Silent my heart goes to souls long in strife,
To those in ailing beds, to drooping chins,
Linked to lifeless wires breathing borrowed life—
All that try, be God from mere mute machines!
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its very sensitive subject and sensitive writing - great, well done
Thank you, you liked it. There is another on this subject, and many on death.