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.