The Death Sound
Again and againI saw you
Struggling
To breathe.
And I recognized
That sound.
That's the death sound.
I said to him
Yes, I know
What the doctors said.
Take him again.
They won't let me.
I tried.
Convincing
Is no easy task
When paperwork
Is in the lack.
Knowing I am not the one
To solve this thing
That must be done.
Finally, he took him in
Sheepishly, I saw you grin.
Wan, you were
So pale and weak.
Firghtening
It looked so bleak.
Guilt arose
And so did he
Knowing that
I knew, not he.
Sobbing, asking
How I knew
I don't know
I saw it through.
What keeps him
So angry
With me?
I spoke up
So my son
Could live.
Why isn't that
Enough?
Enough of what?
Control?
Power?
Greed?
These invisible daggers
Hit me
And they
Cut through
My soul.
What do you mean
Let it go?
Let what go?
Let go of my son?
And I'm
Supposed to
Walk around
Like nothing's
Wrong?
That seems
To please
Everyone
But me.
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