Painful Choice - Poem by Laura Wilson
Bright moon following blinding sun. Growing weakness getting stronger. Silent tears gently flow. New torture without pleasure. Silent suffering screaming pain.
Moment of lucidity, life no longer lived, handful of pills would certainly end it. Stop the pain with each movement. Toss a coin heads or tails neither a winner both will lose. A life of pain or unawakening slumber.
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