Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.


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My shift again, quiet

As a mortuary; yet my

Charges are not the

Dearly departed. Mine,

They are the living dead,

Or rather, they are those

Who still cling to life with

A hosts of needles, monitors,

And constant care to keep

Them on. I watch them

Night after night and wait.

Calling those that may

Finally shuffle off their

Immortal coil of wires

And witchery. All one

Can do is hope for them.

Mind you, I don’t know

What there is to hope

For life or death, a

Visit from a friend, family

Member, or a fiancée newly

Married…to another man.

I am the one constant for you.

The frumpy guardian

To the gate of heaven or hell

Or whatever lies beyond.

Written by uncannynerdyguy

February 21, 2010 at 12:58 am

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