Gasp!
I stutter!
Chest rising, air-hungry...
Again, I sputter!
Efforts to resuscitate
My grappling form
Are all falling in vain
What is this storm?
Hands reaching out
With a desperate yearn for something
I lost, while I was busy
Extracting, gaining, bargaining.
Parched throat
Unmoistened by water
Tremulous heart
Beating feebler, faster.
No antidote works,
No therapies suffice,
Oxygen flows through,
Still I'm devoid of life.
The world dejectedly shakes its head
Everything known to man
Has been done. But
twists of fate, who can understand?
'Cause in a magical instant,
The Hand divine
Rests on my ebbing existence
One more time.
Once again dysrhythmic heart beats
Start dancing in orderly unison.
Breaths start entering-exiting
In perfect, beautiful, natural fashion.
In goes life,
The reason for my being,
In goes truth,
All knowledge, all meaning.
And finally, after the
Evil, cidal, unending eternity,
Out comes a deep, long, fulfilling
Exhalation of Poetry.
Now, alive, I truly am.