Seventeenth of August standing in a hospital room his eyes go blank one closed opened no life is there to be saved. tube down your throat filled up with blood rather than air some it got on my head I didn’t wipe away. everything goes silent the nurses and doctors move next sorrowful leaving how do they manage? that eye haunts me gets shut white sheet put body will you wake up? still standing waiting for answers sign might come back perhaps was fault left save time. walking out room just think what would’ve been woman wrapped blanket came up gave hug did stranger show more compassion those “family” ever me? walks away look at next saw an old man bed two surrounding him. he managed live full life end lay warm soft while other covered sheet father. horrible feel way?