How Awful It Must Be! Poem by Becky Ginn

Motionless, alone, trapped
In these strange surroundings
Empty, helpless, cracked
His existance is his heart pounding

Frail, weak, confused
People he doesn't know
Tired, weary, bruised
I'm not ready to let him go

Freightened, angry, scared
He lies there in intense pain
Sad, upset and unprepared
This can't happen to me again

Numb, dark, lonely
We've tried to do our best
Guilty, drained, it isn't homely
Now we must let him rest

Distraught, uncapable, anguish
I just want him to be relieved
Discomfort, pain, selfish
Selfh but he deserves to be through with this!