I Died Inside Slowly

I died inside slowly,
When I witnessed my son Michael...
Doing it many years ago.
Slowly and in a pain I still 'envision'.
At Saint Francis Hospital,
In Hartford, Connecticut.
That was in 1970!
To experience it again...
For me,
Would just be repetitive.

'Why?
WHY can't you do 'nothing'
Bur pump him up with drugs.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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