War Ravaged Lungs

Eyes force open
against will to
bird chirps and
classical tune.
Remembering – my shift.

Brush passes over
tired teeth, water
wakes pores.
Stomach still sleeping,
too tired to welcome
needed brew.

Regular buzz from
elevated bed
startles fleeting snooze.
Struggled snores
from war ravaged
lungs permeate.

Coaxes water,
changes cool cloth.
Holds speckled,
wrinkled hand –
too weak to squeeze back.

To take your pain,
to breathe for you,
to remove the worry,
the angst.
Keeps it together
so they can fall
apart.

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