cells leaving pain as
surrogate and terrifying
loved ones.
Scathed by Death's
razor scythe whether
awake or in denial we
bleed crimson drops,
clot and bleed again.
We cry til no tears
remain and cry again
until our time comes
and others fear and
weep for us.
© Judy Shepps Battle
Judy Shepps Battle has been writing essays and poems long before retiring from being a psychotherapist and sociology professor. She is a New Jersey resident, addictions specialist, and freelance writer.
