Choked to the bone
on my own
life passes by
unrealized.
I get older each day
in my own eyes.
A day closer to death
not surprised.
Need that touch
that comes from hands
Compassion is sized
underutilized.
Light brings me
one more day
I give my thanks
undisguised.
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