In a twisted frame death lingers alive,
Pale rotting teeth ensconced in sunken jaw,
Nails crooked, bent inward like a clenched palm,
Death kept at bay by food forced on unwilling maw.
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In hospital no better than a jail,
to her might be better all the same,
For forty years oh ever since that night,
Violated she was when in inhuman shame......pragmatic! Your have brilliantly captured the hospital scene! Very nice work.....10
When people that know appreciate the poem you've penned
it gives great feelings. I have written a few poems on euthanasia
and many on death. Thank you Dr Swain
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In hospital no better than a jail, to her might be better all the same, For forty years oh ever since that night, Violated she was when in inhuman shame......pragmatic! Your have brilliantly captured the hospital scene! Very nice work.....10
When people that know appreciate the poem you've penned it gives great feelings. I have written a few poems on euthanasia and many on death. Thank you Dr Swain