Dwindle Away

a poem by Shell Bell

I watched as you dwindled away.
Killing yourself each day.
Getting closer to your own grave,
Your body is to pay.

For you were never close to fat.
You’re only bones and skin.
How could you think that of yourself?
This battle you cannot win.

I do not know how to help you,
I try and make you eat.
Each day I see you drift away,
Your life it did defeat.

Your last days in the hospital,
I cried and prayed to Lord.
The doctor’s said you were brain dead,
I had to pull the cord.