twisted thoughts rage through my head
mind’s still living, body’s dead
bones are aching to the core
marrow feels like iron ore
legs lay heavy on the bed
weakened muscles turned to lead
breathing shallow, lungs are hollow
I just drool but can not swallow
loved ones stare into my eyes
trying to tell if I’m alive
hoping they respect my plans
my fate’s in someone else’s hands
no way to express the pain
morphine dripping in my vein
in this vessel turned to stone
silently, I die alone
Wow! Felt like I was in the patient's head.
ReplyDeletemmm...this is heavy, fate in someone elses hands yet still alone...this one is very sad to me...
ReplyDeletednr...do not read?...no way..we need to be aware
ReplyDeleteodd when the moment comes, we won't be there
thoughts Charlie...thoughts
Peace, hp
Unfortunately... many die alone. Good picture of death.
ReplyDeleteThis would be an awful way to sign off. You've captured the melancholy in a very stark way. Vb
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this a lot. I'd like permission to use a few lines for next Monday's post. If yes, contact me at gaycannon@yahoo.com or dm @beachanny on twitter. Great use of anapests!
ReplyDeleteWondering if this was, in part, a bit of inspiration for one of your latest posts, "In this Vessel?"
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