Syringe driver,
Reliever of pain
Pumps constant flow
Into a chosen vein.
Syringe driver,
Battery controlled friend
Easing the way to her
Peaceful comatose end.
Widower, relict, reminder,
Met with care for a while,
The sympathetic words and
The understanding smile.
Caring friends pretending
That they don't hear
A voice near breaking
With just held back tears.
Life carrying on like a
Sleepwalking nightmare
With near sleepless nights
Of pain and despair,
Hating the syringe driver
For preparing the way
But maybe hastening
That too soon dying day