DEATH Poem: THE DEATHBED ROOM, by Elissa Michele Zacher

One lies inside.
Subdued by ailment
Incarcerated by fragility
Fighting for precious time.
Contrite eyes repaying with tears on pale lashes,
An action inscribed with regret.
Overtures to be made but not done.
Loneliness to be bridged but not done.

One stands outside.
Subdued by yesteryear
Incarcerated by acrimony
Fighting for precious strength.
Nervous fingers playing with coins in a pocket
An action inscribed with regret
Overtures to be made but not done.
Loneliness to be mended but not done

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