I‘ve been forced to look
deep into the abyss,
several times in my life,
while blowing hope back into
the lungs of dying men.
Their fixed stares
and completely dilated pupils
mocked me, reflecting my face,
showing me my abyss to come.
One set of eyes re-ignited
with sparks of life,
but the other set,
became an open grave
that swallowed him.
I carry that guilt and his
twin portals to death,
coal black, they haunt me.
I am but one cellular malfunction,
one organ failure away from
staring up through my own abyss,
as I die a little bit daily.
Author notes
By- Artis
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Comments
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Such a wonderful write...
Very powerful..
Best wishes with this entry...
Many blessings
~A~
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Very well done a poem one would want to read again and again Well done
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a very touching and soul searching write.
'while blowing hope back
into the lungs of dying men'
Life brings heavy responsibilities sometimes and always a lesson to take away.
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OHHHHH!!!
I thought you might be a paramedic when I read this poem.
Or maybe a medic on a battle field. Your imagery is always superb and grabs the reader and pulls him/her in for a complete poetic immersion. 
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