I can feel your skin dying
I see that your teeth are falling
your hair use to be so healthy
it's still soft
yet white as milk
your bones are gently rotting
you can't move without crying
now your head is
off in another land
where we can't reach you
your heart's beating slow
your eyes fall to the ground
I ask myself
when will you let go
the memories of an early life
don't appear to you no more
are you living dead
should we let you go off
to the other world your in
every day I see you
I wonder if it'll be the last time
the day that I no longer do
I'll let you go too
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryfor all the poets who dream of space ₋ ₋ for all of those who are lost in space