In Death Throes
In death throes
Last of the hang-outs is the cruelest one
Hanging by tubes or not, sadly in chains
Saying bye while leaving a lot undone
Though you've been through it all under the sun
Some of them carrying a lot of pain
Last of the hang-outs is the cruelest one .
It’s as if some one is holding a gun
To your head and you think all was in vain
Saying bye while leaving a lot undone
True it is that some of it was real fun
Which but silently did leave you all drained.
Last of the hang-outs is the cruelest one
To turn the clock back, there simply are none
When futile with illnesses you are lain
Saying bye while leaving a lot undone
When of no use are kin and even son
And faculties are on a steady wane
Last of the hang-outs is the cruelest one
Saying bye while leaving a lot undone.
19 Mar 14
Form: Villanelle
For Linda's My days are dark contest.
Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2014
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