Un-prepared

” I wish he could die”,

I immediately winced at the thought.

who in their right mind would wish death upon anyone,

especially one with whom you shared blood,

it is an abomination, a thing to be abhorred,

but here I was thinking it, albeit guiltily.

it has been many years of degradation,

day in, day out, more tubes, more medication,

my life on hold I took over his care,

without complaint I swallowed my dose of pain,

because who would not feel torment at the sight I beheld every day?

 I didn’t want to let him go, I didn’t want to see him suffer,

Grieving can’t be worse than seeing the one you love waste away?

Right?

But when death did come for my brother dear,

I was still un-prepared.

 

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