Inhale
Exhale
simple, automatic
until, it's not
the strain of disease
the wear of years
slow the pace
hearts that once raced
beat erratic
or slower still
pressure lower
eyes closed
peaceful
or spasmodic
the weight of existence
along with systematic failure
crushing the system
the very source
of your
last
breath
Inhale.
Exhale.
then deafening silence
silence I cannot bear
to hear
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