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ArtHospital - What am I? On my back At the mercy of pushers Not much air, nor do I much care A withering slow heartbeat A temperature that flares How long left? Does anyone care? I grasp for air I linger in deathly dreams I have no legs Or so it seems In and out of reality Intravenous screams Saline wasted on me it seems My pulse is sleeping My life is a reflection Of deeds undone Changing nothing Except the under cloth of missed opportunities Those who knew me Standing over me grave Nice guy now let’s go to the pub What’s his name, won’t be having any grub Forgotten already Six feet under as it starts to rain Inspired by Seren Roberts Poem “Artwork – What am I?” https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/artwork___what_am_i_933886

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/1/2017 5:36:00 PM

Arthur, this should be entered in the artwork contest. Is it? It's really great writing from you and that artwork to illustrate it is also quite good!

Nette Onclaud

Date: 9/1/2017 3:44:00 PM

arthur, i like the undercurrent of your sullen tones... beautifully handled!..huggs

Vladislav Raven

Date: 9/1/2017 3:17:00 PM

Hi Arthur, sad words put together to paint a canvas of excellence. My friend you shall be remembered as a great poet with a big heart. Good luck in the contest. Your friend always....Mike. This one goes in my faves.

White Wolf

Date: 8/31/2017 7:55:00 PM

You shall be remembered as a great poet with even a greater heart, Art!

Joseph May

Date: 8/30/2017 3:04:00 PM

A sad reflective poem on life Arthur ...best wishes

Darren White

Date: 8/30/2017 2:01:00 PM

Aww my dear friend ... i can relate so much. I'll drink to you and friendship.

Joanna Daniel

Date: 8/30/2017 5:30:00 AM

Different thoughts merge beautifully in this poem, Arthur

Jan Allison

Date: 8/30/2017 2:25:00 AM

Love the play on words in the title Arthur - what are you ... a creative genius who has just had a tough time lately. After going to 4 funerals this month that final stanza hits hard:-( hugs jan xx

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 8/30/2017 12:06:00 AM

Such a sad poem, delivered in eloquence Arthur! ; )

Eve Roper

Date: 8/29/2017 10:56:00 PM

If I could, I'd give a motherly hug.... A mother smothers with undying ache when one of her children is ill, she would rather be the one lying there instead of her child.. Hugs sweet friend ~`*

Tim Smith

Date: 8/29/2017 9:19:00 PM

Such a sad piece...they soon forget