Today My Friend you tell me, two weeks now you not take your medicines
Oh how I know you yearn for death
Even signed a no resuscitation form, no life support.
I understand my Friend that heart surgery merely let your heart mend
While the remnants of your fragile self still lingers in an unwanted life
Yet to hope for death by increased blood pressure or worse
Surely pain will torturously inflict first
Or create nurse maids of your Family.
Though depression be ever so deep My Friend
You need to reach out to those whom can Professionally help
Least vegetative state becomes your final resting place.
© - Jeane Michelle Culp
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