A place of life, and a place of death.

A whisper in your ear, feel their breath.

They’re gone from the white walls and hard bed.

Faded into nothing, they’re dead.

Theres nothing after, almost like you’re eyeless.

Or maybe those are the insides of your eyelids.


They’re gone but you’re stuck in a hospital

Its your fault. Hostile.

Talk yourself down?

How do you do that when they’re dead in the ground?

This poem is about: 
My family
Our world


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