The love of a man.

I wrote this with my dad in mind, he battled with cancer for 7 years before he passed away.

Numb,
fading..
the years took its toll,
onto a dying man's heart.

A breaking body,
and a sorrowed soul..
the stress kept building up,
and the alcohol was his comfort.

Five years,
and onwards..
he would brave the storm,
and not succumb to his death.

Aromas,
and tastes..
he could no longer recognise
as he lay against the bed -
eyes shut and fading,
never again..
would his sight lay upon his family.

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[emipoemi]

.....my father also passed away due to a bout with cancer (albeit when it relapsed), though I don't recall any deteriorating effects during his decline. However, your imagers and flow right down to the final line are solemnly stupendous, and even were it not the case that I could relate to this to any extent, I could still feel the hardship not only of the dying man, but also the pain of the innocent child who's witnessing it all. Well done!