Connected till the end.

Moving pictures,
Flickering emotions,
And a hand that starts to write.

Blocked out noise,
Blurry images,
And a head with no space for more.

Droopy eyes,
A losing fight,
And a heart that slows down to a stop.

With a pencil lifting from its paper,
A mind lost to a world with no hope,
And a warrior's last words plated to a stone.

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