That is a beautiful poem. Stop rationalising or justifying death. Rage, rage against the dying of the light and support research into extending life and, if possible, curing death.
Poems
A community to link to or copy and paste poems. It is not complicated.
Formatting help: two blank spaces at the end of a line will show you the path in the edit window
most certainly learning the Unicode markdown labels for spacing
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and how to activate them for your or someone else's poetry.
if a poem's language settings make it at all difficult to mod i'm deleting it.
I loved this poem as a teen but started feeling strongly conflicted about it ever since my grandma passed away. I watched her get pushed through treatment after treatment against her will. I vividly remember her biting the fingers of a relative who was trying to make her take pills. Near the end, she seemed so different from the person I knew, and she wasn't happy. To be fair, she lived well over a year past what the doctors said, but family around her were forcing her to fight harder and longer than she wanted. I still don't know what the right thing to do for her should have been, but I know how sad I felt seeing her so worn out and tired and I know how much I miss her.
Cancer is a bitch.