I didn’t mourn your death
I mourned the life you’d reject
I mourned the humor you lost
I mourned the intellect it cost
You died a thousand small deaths
before you took your last breath
One long continuous exhale year after year
All life squeezed out, expunged by fear
Flashes of spit, blood smeared, voices raised
Arms twisted, veins tied off, eyes crazed
I proceed with life, though I know you follow
You sit in the corner watching, shrouded in shadow
I watched the blue as it faded from your eyes
Searching for any small sign of life
I stood in the hall, watching from the door
As you writhed in pain on the floor
Arms flailing, your body twisting and contorting
Mouth wide open, screaming, wanting more
Every morning mustering up just enough strength
Just to push in a little more death into your skin
For years I was forced to watch helplessly and listen
To your heartbeat, to your shallow breath
To your withdrawal, hate-filled berating
And that final call for your next of kin.
