Poetic Form: Dramatic Monologue Inspired: 2024 February 24 Image: N/A
There is so much left unsaid Words will go on forevermore As I sit next to her bed With all the words that needs to be said I hear her feeble breath laborious gasping If I utter a word I know I won't stop But in her condition will she hear any of it In my heart of hearts I hope she does But it will satisfy no one but myself Wishful thinking that will be For I will know the truth of it That it will all be words carried by the winds Words that would satisfy all her questions Words were the answers she needed to hear Words she longed for and clung to life for Words that ... "We're turning the machines off, I'm sorry but she's gone." ... that matters?
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