Forlorn

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Loneliness
In it hides illness and one
Two hardest words, slowest said
Lone in ill sons.
To even die
Most feared departure
For as humans we know not
If we take the journey alone.
The longest step in living
The final one, most desperate leap
Even having lived among others
No isolation in memories found
We take this step forlorn.
Even if falling
From bed and pain
With a hand in another
We feel it not
So still go alone
To, one word does little justice,
Unknown.


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