Someone very close to me is suffering from the last stages of terminal cancer. She has chosen Medically Aassisted Death.  Her mind is set, She refuses to discuss the act. I'm distressed... My beliefs are firm on this and contrary to hers

Final Act



Who knows what is in a heart

Or soul of those who choose die

By choice through the physicians art

Acceptable now in the public’s eye


Release from pain or abject terror

Of what will follow in their extremis

Or fear of their burdening longer

Friends and family caring solicitous


Is it rather one last grasp for power

One last charge against the defiler 

Defiant brazen you will not glower

For I alone will choose death’s hour


Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-03-15 at 02:06

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely written, Joe.

Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
These are hard emotions around a very controversial issue. I understand the Catholic reasoning (we are not, or ought not to imagine ourselves, the lords of life), but I also sympathise acutely with anyone who wants to be free of the unfathomable pain of a debilitating terminal illness. You express your thoughts well in these heartfelt stanzas.