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
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