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nurse can only do so much
a kindly word, a tender touch
we did all that we could do
to give him comfort, see him through
His room now filled with hazardous waste
we had to tell him what he faced,
in whispers we discussed the end
the virus was consuming him
We feared that he would not pull through
despite our efforts, the virus grew
no medication that we knew
no family to explain it to
On the final day, only I was left
as into the room, death slowly crept
I held him as he sadly moaned
Thomas Duncan died then, all alone
in a room so bare and cold
Thomas Duncan died,
God rest his soul.
© d.knape
October
28, 2014
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