The Patient

Near marble skin, stretched
over bird like frame.
The once proud head
obliquely held, on feathered nest.
A fragrenced bed,
a sip of sighs,
'scribed sadness
fed through straws of lies.
The wings are weak,
the truth is strong;
searing fear to layers of pain.
Mute anguish leaks from pools of love,
Release - our loss-
can only be, his gain.