The sad flowing tears like rivers speaking of better days.
The family like a loving heart holding together.
The soft mumbled talking like buzzing bees with bad news.
The slowly moving machines like a humming fly.
The cleaning sterile alcohol fighting germs like warriors.
The killing cigarettes like murderers with a gun.
The yucky food like bland crackers trying to comfort me.
The sweet Pepsi like the sweetest reminder of him telling me to sleep.
His lifeless hand like a pillow lying limp on mine.
His slowly beating heart like the last beat of a warrior who lost the fight.
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