The Stranger
He lies there helpless with failing kidneys
Dialysis three times a week, four hours per day
Should I call to ease his guilt?
He cries out for forgiveness
A shadow vanished my very first night
Darkness, confusion – what is manhood?
I sit with a phone in hand
It will mean the world to hear my voice
My past, my pain – sacrifice and flames.
Prompt of the week
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