The end of life can be brutal.
Pain, distress, dread.
The body out of control – everything once taken for granted, stripped away.
The soon-to-be bereaved’s minds reel, trying and failing to process the imminent loss.
The doctors do their best, but they don’t stand a chance:
This is a one-sided tug of war.
We are not ready. We say no.
But Death has its grizzly plans, and it will see them through without our permission.
We can only stand there, witnesses to helplessness,
Praying for mercy.
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