RESOLUTION

"He's dying"

Why am I so sure?

We've faced death before

you and I, and survived,

what's so different this time?

Words once spoken haunt my mind

"We don't give up."

Why am I giving up now?

Is it that then I could do something,

make the difference.

Now I can only wait for the inevitable

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"He's dying"

There is no chance,

this time no reprieve.

And all I want to do is -

What? - what can I do?

Could touch your hand to let you know

"It's okay buddy, I'm here."

But a wavering thought

restrains my hand - I'm scared to touch

your fragile frame,

suspended in comatose sleep,

waiting for the inevitable

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"He's dying"

And at the end

I'll mourn his death.

Grieve for the loss

of my one true friend.

But not now - now there'd

"Better be something I can do"

To make the difference.

I need to make this promise, Starsk, that I

will seek revenge

on those who cannot wait

for the inevitable.