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Morbidity

  • Writer: M. Renae Dubois
    M. Renae Dubois
  • Mar 2
  • 1 min read

They die, they do not want to


Their oxygen is cut off


Their voices suffocated


Squeeze out their final cough


No longer to endure the pain


No longer strapped in beds


While deathly howls fill the ward


Crying out in their distress


The home for these old gentlefolk


Is theirs unto the end


Most of them don't even know


How it all began


Horrifying morbidity


Stink, decay and death


The mortifying reality


Of end of life, last breath

 
 
 

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