Opaque Mist
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Thinking what will my last days hold, will I be aware of
what's going on around me?
Am I to die alone or with loved ones, how will I even know
if anyone's there?
What will my last sights be of, will I feel happy or sad-
dened in a cloud of loss.
One that's taking away the only life I've ever known, so
many questions.
Yet no answers being given, leaving me in an opaque sort
of mist that I cannot see through at all.
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