I could not save him, though my family begged.
They thought I had that power, given through the love he bore me.
If I had awakened him from his dying sleep, what would they have done?
He would have been a walking shamble, a ghastly semblance of the man they knew.
His brain destroyed, the basic animal functions remained, and those only for a limited time.
Would they have embraced the figure that emerged from the bed?
Sometimes in bitterness I almost wish I had heeded their command.
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