Bedridden, laden with fears
those sorrowful tears
are helpless to cleanse,
the infirm gravely yield
to the pernicious will
of disease.
Seeking
reassurance
one lifts his eyes
to examine the familiar
faces which surround
his dying frame.
Disheartened,
he sees mirrored
in fretful stares
the distress
in which he
is bathed.
Refuge,
he sees well,
is not to be found
in the regretful eyes
of the beloved.
Nor can it lie
in the kind hollows
of consolation.
In
isolation
he is condemned
to lie; absent
are those estranged
faces, ever distant
as they gather
to witness
the last sigh.
Poem submitted by Reza Kiani(Reza.Kiani@leicspart.nhs.uk)
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