Based on the last conversation I had with my older brother, in hospital, late night. He died the next day.
You once asked
But no, you never did.
Am I dying?
I heard you cry
Yes, aren't we all?
I said
And when you slept
I cried your tears
And stole your grief.
But when you woke
And asked 'are we dying now?'
Just a little bit
I said.
Poetry by Laz Clements
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Written on 2014-08-20 at 13:33
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CONVERSATION
Am I bleeding?You once asked
But no, you never did.
Am I dying?
I heard you cry
Yes, aren't we all?
I said
And when you slept
I cried your tears
And stole your grief.
But when you woke
And asked 'are we dying now?'
Just a little bit
I said.
Poetry by Laz Clements
Read 685 times
Written on 2014-08-20 at 13:33
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