Lights Dim.

The light dimmed, just a bit
To no one but the man
Alone in the hall, sitting in his chair,
Breathing loud beneath his mask.
The lights dimmed a little bit more,
To no one but the man.
Grasping the wheels of his chair,
No one comes to see.
Eyes flutter back in his head,
He sees his memories there.
But no one shares this quiet time,
No one seems to care.
Breathing slows, shallow and strained,
The man just looks around.
Lost in his mind, alone with his breath,
The lights dim one last time.

Lights Dim.

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Artist's Description

This poem came to me at a palliative care home I visited recently. I was quite taken back by the numbers of geriatric patients just sitting unnoticed in their wheelchairs. I had a chat with one gentleman who was starved for conversation. It was quite sad really…these people who lived so much more than me, quietly passing on alone. Something so wrong about that.

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  • Pagly2
  • Paul Rees-Jones
  • Jodie Elchah
  • Rella
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