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Ash: The Color
Ash: The Color
He turns pale
More and more each day.
He grows weaker
More and more each day.
Soon we'll lose him.
Why must God try to
Steal him from me?
His heart is aching, giving out.
He coughs
A smoker's cough.
There's more tears each day.
His wife weaps at the one thought she hates most.
He's turning grey.
The pain grows stronger
More and more each day,
To the point where it's unbearable.
He's the color of ash.
It's time...
He's touching death.
He must walk down the long hall,
Toward the lighted room.
Lost
Have you lost a near or dear one ?? Wite more not one... Good luck and God Bless
©bishu
Not quite, but almost.
I almost lost my godfather, but he is very much alive today. This poem is about him undergoing open heart surgery.
The color of ash... you write
The color of ash... you write beautiful imagery, good job.
Let your teeth show
Thank you!
Thank you!