I Won’t


My eyes naively open
Masterpiece slowly taken away
Hands unfold, mouths unfurl
Illness slowly taking away

Where the body lie so motionless
In the bed and soon to the grave - forever and always
Friends and family take slow steps inside
And here I am, here I am, in the hallways

They ask me
They won't stop asking me
If I want to take one of those sullen steps
Into the room that holds it's victim of disease

No, no
I will not go in there

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For my grandfather.