Alone

He watched as a nurse forced black charcoal,
as black as death into the convulsing body
Of a young woman fighting to die,
And he feared the one question
He knew the doctor was going to ask.
He laid back on the gurney
Surrounded by cold sterile walls,
Listening to the far away moans of pain
And the muffled coughs of a child
Fighting for one more breath,
And he feared the one question
He knew the doctor was going to ask.
The gurney began to spin
Round and round,
As if caught in a vortex;
Spinning into a darkened void....
"Mr. Jones, wake-up. You can go home,
Your x-rays were normal,
No broken bones."
He could barely hear the sound
Of someone speaking,
Calling his name in a soft voice.
And there at the foot of the gurney,
A whisper of light..
"John it's me.... Ellen."
"Ellen, you look so well,
I'm so pleased you've come.
Please don't worry, it's not serious.
You've come so far
And I don't want you to worry.
You know Ellen, I'm always thinking about
How much I've missed you and the children,
And all of our old friends.
Its so hard to make new friends at my age,
Having to bear the pain, the loss, again and again.
Ellen, I've been so lonely since you passed away,
Dying so slowly,
I thought the end would never come,
Lying there so quietly.
At least you passed before our Christina.
You only knew the death of one child,
Not two.
It was so hard losing two,
I didn't think I could go on.
My life seemed to end with each death,
Death after death,
Yet I go on living,
Day after day
Clinging to memories.
All I have are memories Ellen,
There's no one left, they're all gone.
And my memories are beginning to fade.
I think it's time that I should go Ellen.
Can you take me home?"
And he feared the one question
He knew the doctor was going to ask.
"Mr. Jones,
Do you have anyone to take you home"?

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