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Everyone whispers about Death The passing over The moving on. Everyone talks quietly and in murmurs About The Great Beyond As if death can hear you And wishes to remain anonymous. But Death is final moments and Taking your last breath. Dying is the ugly part. Dying is getting smaller Just lying there in bed. It's frailty and exhaustion. And a growing sense of dread. Dying is holding a hand that has no strength left to squeeze. Talking to someone who can't hear you. Listening to their breath wheeze. It's waking in the idle night And learning to dose morphine. Death is very simple. You close you eyes and die But dying is counting your ribs having bones for arms and legs Making hard decisions And trying to say goodbye. Dying is praying when you've never believed in God Hoping it will be over soon So life can start to move on. It's a constant feeling of guilt and remorse Of thinking shellfish thoughts. It's waiting And waiting And waiting Until suddenly you're not. No one talks about dying. Just the end result.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
Death might be, but Dying is
Everyone whispers about Death The passing over The moving on. Everyone talks quietly and in murmurs About The Great Beyond As if death can hear you And wishes to remain anonymous. But Death is final moments and Taking your last breath. Dying is the ugly part. Dying is getting smaller Just lying there in bed. It's frailty and exhaustion. And a growing sense of dread. Dying is holding a hand that has no strength left to squeeze. Talking to someone who can't hear you. Listening to their breath wheeze. It's waking in the idle night And learning to dose morphine. Death is very simple. You close you eyes and die But dying is counting your ribs having bones for arms and legs Making hard decisions And trying to say goodbye. Dying is praying when you've never believed in God Hoping it will be over soon So life can start to move on. It's a constant feeling of guilt and remorse Of thinking shellfish thoughts. It's waiting And waiting And waiting Until suddenly you're not. No one talks about dying. Just the end result.
For Pop. Who I miss even though he hasn't died.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
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