Kind Of Death

Poem By Sallie Howson

This is no
Sweet “carried off by angels”
At the age of 90
Kind of death.
No
“go gently into that goodnight”
at the age of 70
Kind of death.
This is
A fight to the bitter end,
Struggling for breathe
Kind of death.
Young wife screaming in the corridor,
Mother’s tears washing my face,
No damn joking,
Cancer choking
Unfair death at 30
Kind of death.

Comments about Kind Of Death

Poetry should express raw emotion and this one does and I know it rings with truth. God bless you and keep you and your family and friends
A disturbing write that serves as a reminder that not all deaths are an easy slip away. Thank you Sallie.
A heart felt poem. ' Kind of Death ' a great tragedy of life.
Poignant. I could feel the emotions released into the writing of this poem. I witness a 'Kind of Death' of a 15yr old - it inspired my first poem, August 24.
I want you to know, your poem hit me hard. I lost mmy husband 5 months ago to cancer, lung cancer, at 35, you were so right. He struggeled for that last breath, and me in the corridor. It was like you were telling my story....


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