T.H - Poem by K.C. Ford
Drug induced sleep
Deceives watching eyes
Gathered around the dying bed
that you pass peacefully into oblivion.
No blaze of glory, no glorious end,
No stampeding hooves
Over the horizon hammering
Clear into history.
You died alone. Each alone
we suffer what we cannot share,
we endure until the moment cracks
and the will slips through.
All that remains is the mourners grief,
The anguish, the vacant loss,
The darkness out side the curtained window;
the cold enduring night.
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