DNR
DNR
Your
final wish
Goes
around in my head
Do
Not Resuscitate.
Let
it be too late.
Did
I think?
It
wouldn’t come to this
Did
I hope?
Did
I pray?
Or
did I just bury myself
In
my own pain
And
hope you’d go away.
Go
away
Go
away
Leave
the past and run
Never
turning
Always
yearning
For
that thing I couldn’t have.
And
now you’re going.
How
do I feel?
Guilty,
once again
Heavy
in my heart
Heavy
in my sole
Yet
cannot turn
The
past is done.
Lady Satellite
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