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Flat Line

My eyes are open, or are they? My heart is beating, isn’t it? My spirit feels trapped, My mind boxed in. Caged and frantic I feel out of control Lost and alone, longing for reprieve. The world around imposing limits And confinements abound. I can’t feel the breath enter and leave Only the emptiness in between My legs are weak and will not hold me As I fall weeping to the ground. Strength has left me, replaced with disregard The will to fight is only an idea now A trait I used to know inside of me, Now only stagnation swirls around. Words fail me, and escape through the cracks Inspiration dying like the leaves on the trees; Falling, spinning without a net, As it meets with the cold hard unyielding of the earth below. They search for a pulse, just A simple sign of life But what they do not yet know Is that where life once flowed Is now just a flat line; A surrendering white flag from my soul. Closing my eyes I hear the sound, Beep. Beep. Beep. Inhaling one more time, I let go And exhale a final time Before the sound just turns to Silence and all that exists Is a flat line where life once was.
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Oct 11, 2011
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