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Skin And Bones Of My Own
Legs, skin and bones
I'm sorry I don't know you more
Sitting beside you in a nursing home
Your flesh is my own
I pray that there is a God
And that when your judgement day comes
He will see you as we do
Glorious as the sun
I'm certainly no nun
But I have heard
All those things you have done
You wrecked and still won
You've always been a fighter but you're gone
Please, let your chest ease
Don't struggle to breath
We all love you....
Except Alzheimer's disease
I'm sorry I don't know you more
Sitting beside you in a nursing home
Your flesh is my own
I pray that there is a God
And that when your judgement day comes
He will see you as we do
Glorious as the sun
I'm certainly no nun
But I have heard
All those things you have done
You wrecked and still won
You've always been a fighter but you're gone
Please, let your chest ease
Don't struggle to breath
We all love you....
Except Alzheimer's disease
Published 5th Jun 2013
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5th Jun 2013 5:45am
5th Jun 2013 9:33pm
Chilling poem, one that lingers in my mind long
after I've finished reading it.
Very well written, morbid write.
after I've finished reading it.
Very well written, morbid write.
Anonymous
6th Jun 2013 8:13pm
Very sad, MissMorbid. Lovingly detailed but with a fatal feel to it. Death as a kindness... not an idea that's spoken of often, but I can see it.
Since this is in the dark category, makes me wonder if the "speaker" isn't contemplating a pillow-end.
Since this is in the dark category, makes me wonder if the "speaker" isn't contemplating a pillow-end.
