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Frozen Bones Mom, why my bone aches? Why my entire body quakes? Is this a punishment or am I out lucked? I wish death would release me than being plucked Mom, I don’t need drugs or chemotherapy And no blunt hospitals or hopeless radiotherapy Mom, before it’s too late and I’m trapped with aphasia The life’s agonizing; please liberate my soul by euthanasia Sorry Mom I talk so ruthless, Nobody wishes life to be so worthless Promise me you won’t cry when I am gone Wherever I’d be, your life must stay on. Your grief is giant that’s last thing I know I wished you would have seen me for many years to grow Oh Mom! But these poisonous bones, Why couldn’t be fixed by glue? As ashes of those bones would immerse and my soul flew I shall fall asleep peacefully and see a dream of glorious view Mom, you shall be glad imagining, my life will be calm and new My life here is nothing but the silent assembly of frozen bones No flesh, no blood, no pain, everywhere are just peaceful zones
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC
Frozen Bones
Frozen Bones Mom, why my bone aches? Why my entire body quakes? Is this a punishment or am I out lucked? I wish death would release me than being plucked Mom, I don’t need drugs or chemotherapy And no blunt hospitals or hopeless radiotherapy Mom, before it’s too late and I’m trapped with aphasia The life’s agonizing; please liberate my soul by euthanasia Sorry Mom I talk so ruthless, Nobody wishes life to be so worthless Promise me you won’t cry when I am gone Wherever I’d be, your life must stay on. Your grief is giant that’s last thing I know I wished you would have seen me for many years to grow Oh Mom! But these poisonous bones, Why couldn’t be fixed by glue? As ashes of those bones would immerse and my soul flew I shall fall asleep peacefully and see a dream of glorious view Mom, you shall be glad imagining, my life will be calm and new My life here is nothing but the silent assembly of frozen bones No flesh, no blood, no pain, everywhere are just peaceful zones
(This is a poem on 7-8 years old boy who died of bone cancer, being child he once wished to ride a huge road roller, his family made full efforts to make his last wish come true, shortly after few days he succumbed to the pain)
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC
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