My dad.

aching
shaking
wincing
flinching
these are the rows he's in.
sipping 
dripping
slurping
drooping
always waking, never sleeping.
stinging
burning
swelling
moaning
from dusk til dawn,
from dark til morning
all day long 
he feels himself slowly
slowy drowning,
still,
you can catch him smiling.

Reviews

This is such a sad poem. It hurts to watch a loved one suffer like this and go through such a rough time. It must have been lovely though, to see a smile despite everything else.
A strong poem!