Dead Air

I had grown to hate the sounds
Incessant insanity inside the impotence of an ICU
Blinding white lights humming like the buzz of a thousand bees
growing in Spring's embrace
Intimate heartbeats echoed by innocent chirps, drifting from a faceless machine
Monotonous sounds of mechanical air pounding like an aquatic bass drum
Pressing against my ears…my soul
Tender soled shoes of the nightingales coming and going
Touching you only with their caring eyes
Nothing left for them to do
Desperate cries of unknown faces roam past the glass door
Kindred spirits broken by the uncertainty of certainty
Sitting behind glass walls waiting as I wait
Listening to the seconds
Tick tick tick

I had grown to hate the sounds until…
They turned them off

Have you ever heard the dying song of a ventilator
When the need has vanquished forever
Dead air

deathfree verse

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