some deaths
are slow, self inflicted.
by drug
or lack of food,
starvation of the heart,
the body
not whole.
I've seen both.
I've witnessed the worst
of a person,
wasting away,
rocking in a ball on
the cold
floor. skin
and bones.
crying like a child,
wanting to be
taken home. there is nothing
one can do.
no pill, no magic
wand,
no psychiatrist with
a book
full answers, there are
none.
you can only let them go
or hold them
as they disappear
between your arms,
into
the night.
the dark night of their soul.
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