• Gone

    I

    Imagine,
    Standing there.
    He just told me,
    The tired, friendly,
    Very concerned doctor,
    That my pal was going
    To die.
    Imagine.

    Afraid,
    Of Dad.
    That is why he ran,
    And was hit, by a car on the highway.
    Too much pain, that will never
    Go away.
    Afraid.

    Trying,
    To save.
    Blood instead of tears.
    It is very certain, that he,
    Will die in pain.
    But, there is
    A choice.
    Trying.

    Quietly,
    That was
    How he left us, forever.
    All it took, was one teeny,
    Tiny, little shot, and he
    Closed his eyes.
    Quietly.

    Tears,
    Streaming down,
    As I wonder what he
    Would have said, but as
    A dog, he couldn't
    Tell us.
    Tears.

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    II

    Doctors.
    They say,
    That you will die.
    But, far too soon, in just
    Some very few,
    Short months.
    Doctors.

    Terminal.
    It becomes
    Your new definition.
    The never ending pain, you
    Just wish it to
    Leave you.
    Terminal.

    Chance,
    Finally appears.
    You can end the pain,
    With just one moment.
    All your hurts can just
    Float away.
    Chance.

    Suicide.
    That's what
    It's called by many.
    But to others, it is a
    Hope, a shot at
    Their Freedom.
    Suicide.

    Emptiness.
    Arriving, it
    Will fill you, take
    Away all the sorrows, as
    The light slowly leaves
    Your eyes.
    Emptiness.

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    III

    Life,
    Is good.
    Until a regretted visit,
    With the doctor, where,
    They realize, they are
    Too late.
    Life.

    Cancer,
    Taking control.
    Late stage, it consumes,
    Until I am just waiting,
    For the finale, for
    The end.
    Cancer.

    Voluntary.
    Forever one
    Of the rules.
    It could all end, if I
    Could just say one
    Little word.
    Voluntary.

    Pain,
    It rages.
    Spreading, corrupting, defiling,
    While it weaves it's way through,
    Shutting out all that
    I was.
    Pain.

    Peace,
    Finally comes.
    It envelops me, and
    I feel calm, maybe even happy,
    Just because of one
    Little capsule.
    Peace.

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    IV

    Soldiers,
    Forever pained.
    And along with others,
    Sometimes one thing is
    All that they
    Will need.
    Soldiers.

    War.
    It deceives,
    Killing all without
    Mercy, and, in the end,
    There cannot be a
    True winner.
    War.

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    V

    Think,
    Of all
    Who have needed
    This for so long, and in
    The end, things will
    Be better.
    Think.