Heart Attack
The catheters drip does not make a sound at all.
While the heart monitor beeps are most incessant,
I lay quiet and listen to whisperers down the hall.
Though I desire to lay here and be convalescent,
do the opiates desire for me dreams they weave?
While the heart monitor beeps are most incessant.
Is it my body’s betrayal my mind can’t perceive?
Is not the heart attacked, the heart that breaks?
do the opiates desire for me dreams they weave?
Deeds of earthly toil done not for heaven’s sakes
Lay here with me, quiet now, in desolate hour
Is not the heart attacked, the heart that breaks.
Where has it gone, all of my earthly power
those visions of grandeur and of vanity’s pride?
Lay here with me, quiet now, in desolate hour
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