(no subject)
Hushed tones
And the words
"It's OK"
Have never seemed more malignant
And less comforting.
And when you're wishing
For an end to suffering,
Waiting for death
Is both the hardest
And easiest
Thing to do.
There is very little nobility
In growing old
And waiting for your body
To fail.
There is very little comfort
In watching it happen,
Equipped only with Vaseline
And warm washcloths.
And there is very little justice
In fighting so hard to survive
In order to die like this.
And the words
"It's OK"
Have never seemed more malignant
And less comforting.
And when you're wishing
For an end to suffering,
Waiting for death
Is both the hardest
And easiest
Thing to do.
There is very little nobility
In growing old
And waiting for your body
To fail.
There is very little comfort
In watching it happen,
Equipped only with Vaseline
And warm washcloths.
And there is very little justice
In fighting so hard to survive
In order to die like this.