Stains On My Soul

Each time a physician declares someone dead, a stain is placed upon his soul.

Stains On My Soul

By Joe DeLucia

You’re not dead until I say die,
Rescus stops when I say so.
How hard you try to stay alive.
No one wants to
Die.

One last gasp, yell for Momma,
Heart struggles, feeble pulses.
Unaware, you still fight,
For one more minute of
Life.

All the same, instincts strong,
Shaken baby, hospice grandma,
Brotha shot, drunk driver victim,
One quest in common to
Live.

Young, old, middle-aged,
Numerous ways to die.
No matter who, what, why or how,
Results are all the same
Dead.

I look into your eyes, wanting
They say don’t stop, please.
The end, I pronounce you dead.
One more stain upon my
Soul.