When I left you this morning
I started crying--
your life should not be like this
when I walked out the door
I left you
to fend for yourself
another day
another death march
another pointless exercise
in walking, talking and breathing
how many years can you go on
facing such bleak prospects
how many times can you
lick your wounds
what happens when the wounds
refuse to heal
when death comes calling
I fear you won't run and hide
when death comes calling
I see you running
arms open wide.
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