” 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?
But when death did come for my brother dear,
I was still un-prepared.