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Last Breaths

With each dawn,

life escapes him in labored ways

as he’s drawn back to better days;

days of youth and laughter.

Feeling only more of himself

slip away

there is so little left to care.

Laid to waste

in a body that whines

wheezes;

weary down to his socks,

those once cool breezes

of summer

now turned to medical air

and managed care.

Pills, bills, props and oxygen lines

is all that keeps him here

beyond his time;

any willingness of his own.

A cord unraveling;

coming undone, inch by inch.

If he could, he would scream

between each painful gasp,

“Let me Go!

Leave me to slumber

where at least

I can be myself

in dreams.”

Answer 1

You have surfaced a fear - an ending I see for myself - and I dread going through it.  I wish for a fast death - in my sleep - one I feel - I will not have. ♥

Answer 2

It's troubling -but well written.

Answer 3

Very emotional. You are a great writer.