This is an ode ___ to all of those

Who slip away___beyond the day

Sometime at night___with head bowed low

Deep in their sleep___nowhere to go

Such sweet relief___in mother’s eye

When I reply___how grandpa died

A steady calm___his sleeping form

As I alone___sat at his side

I never told___how he went out

In truth awake___with knuckles clenched

Attempted scream___that lost its breath

Some terror seen___from sightless eyes

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