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His baby blue’s…
Pale and glazed…Lifeless
Frozen-In-Time
Lips…So still… Cold
Suffocating…
Respirator-useless
Heart
No beat… Shutting down
Lost-Love
Alone…Drowning in sorrows
Agony among us all
Fleeing from the un-done
His final pleas…
“Help me, call an ambulance!!”
Now silenced.
At rest, stuck in the shallows
Swallowed by death

“Watching him suffer was bad, but watching his strong will leave this world was more difficult than I could handle.”
((Something my Grandma said after witnessing my uncle pass-away))