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The Machine
Joshua J. Frederic
Contributor
I remember
a heavy cloud of lies
Roaming in the corridors
It reeked a sterile scent, yet unclear
Not old enough, not too young either
When a nurse whispered in my ear:
We must cover up, become deceiver
For no one should drear,
The Smell of The Reaper
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I see
a fatigued hand
Hanging off the bed
Begging to be held | At once! Doctors Announce:
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And Your mind that has been drained | The machine is failing!
Unaware of who nor where | The gears are crackling!
But You reach for love yet | The oil is saturated!
So apparently, | The tasks! Left undone!
some things we never forget. | The machine is failing!
Paralysed by fear
My first encounter with death
I wish I did
Now burdened with regret
I left
Your fatigued hand
Hanging off the bed
Begging to be held
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Saddened but Relieved
when finally,
at the end of the season
your century old mortal coil
Completed, a final revolution