Was This Murder?
I had to pull the plug…I couldn’t bear to see her like this any longer
The growth of how much I hate myself for this grew even stronger
She raised me through my whole entire life, and then she was ended
Death was dealt to her through me, but it was doctor recommended
Hyped up on tubes circulating her last gasps of the life she once had
I was hyped up on depressants…sadly to try and make myself glad
The rhythm of the machine, constantly flowed the same exact noise
It became a calling from the sky to let her go through my final poise
The women was in pain
And all I felt was vain
How is this method sane
For death to be just lain
I smoked until my eyes went numb, pondering my final decision
Shall she be or shall she not, the thoughts only caused collision
They told me that it’d be best….if we would finally let her rest
A two option multiple answer test…I had felt like I was a guest
Of the reality this fatality was now normality not individuality
I began to think of the correct principality there was no immortality
After all my thoughts the question was still there, and I still wept
The end of this tragic event, with dignity I would have to accept
What to do, what to choose
If I knew, who to go to
But I couldn’t, I wouldn’t
And now I know I shouldn’t
Looking at her…I still don’t know…I could give it till morning
I realized there’d be more problems, there’d just be more mourning
What I’ve learned is to think a problem out, looking every way
I could solve this problem every way, and it’d take me the end of days
My heart was pounding, I was pondering, and then I suddenly thought
Through the Bible, this is very wrong, and all that I have been taught
But, seeing her in such a state, I had to do…what may be a big mistake
I would have to finally, drive away from what I had thought as faith
I looked at the machine
And all that I had seen
Terrified and verified
The final good bye
And I came to the conclusion that I was advised to simply follow
Reaching for the plug I felt like a redwood……stiff and hollow
I gripped it for a while, my mind continue, but my heart abort
This seemed like the only way……..in which I had to resort
So I closed my eyes, and held my breath, I didn’t wish to see death
I pulled the plug, and screamed inside, I had just nothing left
I opened my eyes and stared, and suddenly felt somewhat aplomb
I looked up into the sky, and felt the will to mutter…”Bye Mom”
My mind filled with events, all moved by an individual herder
Through all this I do have one question….Was This Murder?