Dotage, pervades upon th' ashen grey -
silent whisps...of an old rankled Brain.
Hemispheric's universe sore estranged,
obstruction, occlusion, neurologic stain
like leaves besmirched by driving rain,
waning, draining, consumed by bereft;
so cold... so cruel... is their final breath-
until mercy comes in th' form of Death,
the passage of Death, the presence of Death
'til the passing o'er doth conjure new breath.
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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
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This is wonderfully drafted death poem shared here. Time of death gives amazing feeling. Passage of death determines presence of death and presence of death determines passage. Amazing! ..10