Arthospital - What Am I

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