Euthanasia Poem by shimon weinroth

Euthanasia



cluthch a stone, feel hardness
peer at a blank wall, measure bleakness
eye the darkening sky
shut away in prison or old age home

last flicker of the mind
dimmed and vanished
shell you called your body
numbed merely metabolizes

shiver cold, never loose hope
almost anything, is better than nothing

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