Watching My Father Die
Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2020 1:13 pm
Death can wither the living, slowly.
Leading the way across a dark canyon as it blights.
Deterioration spreads, gaunt and apparent.
Face and limbs shrivel with receding life.
The tide has turned. We watch it ebb.
The recognition is stark against soft memories.
The view of this dark cavern startles with ferocity.
It gapes with the knowledge of the coming void.
Leading the way across a dark canyon as it blights.
Deterioration spreads, gaunt and apparent.
Face and limbs shrivel with receding life.
The tide has turned. We watch it ebb.
The recognition is stark against soft memories.
The view of this dark cavern startles with ferocity.
It gapes with the knowledge of the coming void.