Why?

     Darkness finally arrived finding him laying in bed eyes glued to the ceiling, deep into his thoughts of days gone by. He was a young man in his thoughts, handsome, smart and ready to take on the world. He moved in the right circles and obtained great wealth and notoriety in the corporate world. A lot was sacrificed in those days so his golden years could be lived out in style and comfort. Now as he lays in an imported bed from Spain with silk sheets a nurse just feet away to be at his beckon call and the best equipment money can buy to help keep him alive, he wonders if it was all worth it? There would be no around the world cruise or winters in Paris. He wouldn’t get to spend time, quality time with his family and friends. He would lay in this beautiful bed staring at the ceiling trapped in his own body unable to move, talk or even cry as the tears have long since dried up. "Why," he asked himself over and over, why can't anyone hear his cries for help as he hears them day and night? The nurse ends her shift, and another takes her place making sure he is comfortable speaking softly to him as his blank stare up at the ceiling goes on and on. If he could just reach the machine that breaths life into his empty shell of a man, he would shut it off once and for all and drift as far back as his memories would take him when his body moved like a child at play and his mind was that of a scholar. He should have put more thought into the document he signed so long ago stating he wished to be kept alive no matter what. because now that no matter what has become a "No matter"

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