RESOLUTION
"He's dying"
Why am I so sure?
We've faced death before
you and I, and survived,
what's so different this time?
Words once spoken haunt my mind"We don't give up."
Why am I giving up now?
Is it that then I could do something,
make the difference.
Now I can only wait for the inevitable
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"He's dying"
There is no chance,
this time no reprieve.
And all I want to do is -
What? - what can I do?
Could touch your hand to let you know
"It's okay buddy, I'm here."
But a wavering thought
restrains my hand - I'm scared to touch
your fragile frame,
suspended in comatose sleep,
waiting for the inevitable
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"He's dying"
And at the end
I'll mourn his death.
Grieve for the loss
of my one true friend.
But not now - now there'd
"Better be something I can do"
To make the difference.
I need to make this promise, Starsk, that I
will seek revenge
on those who cannot wait
for the inevitable.