Serious illness

presents
few opportunities
for proud moments
your body is there
to be drained
of blood
other stuffs
for tests
& it feels
like humanity
seeps away
with each
sting of needle
one night
unable to sleep
with dulled pains
from opiates
in a hot noisy room
with an old man
gasping his last
beeping all around
while they fought
him
& with him
to keep him alive
as I lay there
thinking
please
just die
just die
just end
this torment
for you
& me
then I fell asleep
worn by the battle
to wake
& he was gone
except for this
faint trace of guilt

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