Poems ✍️

Dotage, pervades upon the ashen grey,
final wisps of an old rankled Brain,
someone's here; do you know their name?

Hemispheric universe sore estranged,
obstruction, occlusion, neurologic stain
like leaves besmirched by driving rain,

waning, draining, consumed by bereft;
so cold... so cruel... is their final breath,
until mercy comes in th' form of Death.




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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR