the old man lay on the couch.
he ached all over.
he felt so weak.
he's eyes had lost its spark.
he'[s body gone and withered.
an empty shell.
he's soul holding on still.
he is all bloated up from the medicine he's been taking.
he's son passes him some pills
"take it dad, its good for you, u'll get better. i promise"
the old man takes the pills and swallows them.
which each gulp he thinks back.
has he's life been worthwhile.
or has he wasted it away.
he feels drained and weary
he closes he's eyes.
so many things to worry about.
is he actually ready to leave?
is he ready to accept he's fate?
or is he clinging on?
to nothing.
he can hear from the room
he's five children discussing about him
him
what was there left to talk about?
he's house
he's property
he knows they want to sell it.
but for what?
where will all the money go to when he is dead?
many a time he has given no consent to their decisions.
he knows he has turned into a liability
but he has not accepted it, yet
he holds on.
he opens he's eyes and looks at the clock.
it is 10.
he's mistress is not home yet.
is she ever going to come home.
or is she working still.
as she had told him she would be.
or maybe she had found someone else.
since his ailing body could no longer satisfy her.
why? why did he leave his family?
or rather why had they left him.
he pondered.
and then he knew.
he had not left them.
they had left him.
but yet now.
he sees.
they are trying.
trying to what?
help themselves by helping him.
he is confused.
he is not going to sell his property.
he wants to be home.
but he has no home.
tomorrow.
he hears his youngest son say
tomorrow they will take him away.
away to the hospice.
why?
he mises his wife.
but her hatred is reasonbly allowed.
afterall.
the beatings and abuse he had bestowed on her in the past.
maybe he deserves the state he is in now.
he lies back down.
and shuts everything out.
the pain is killing him
in the corner of the room seats a girl.
whilst the adults are busy discussing
she observes.
she knows they care.
but .
do they really understand him.
she stares.
and ponders.
and wonders.
she feels sorrow.
but for whom?
for him?
her grandfather?
the frail old man , dying from cancer?
how can she feel the pain of someone she isn't close to though they are related by blood?
but she does.
the grand daughter feels the pain.
the pain of the leaving

















how does it feel to know that u're life is ending.
reaching a full stop
the ending chapter of your life
its weird if you think about it.
how would one feel.
fear?
happiness?joy?
emptiness?
will you look back at your life and reflect
will you wonder how you spent it
has it been a fruitful one?
after all you reap what you sow?
what will ur status be when death knocks upon your door?
will you be alone?
with family?
in a house?
or the streets?
hospital?
hospice?
will you be rich?
poor?
what about your relatives?
the ones you thought u didn't love
would you suddenly realise u love them?
or would you not?
would u wonder what is to come when u finally out to rest your weary body?