One Last Breath

It was completely dark and blurry Unable to see, the feeling of poking and prodding at me continued “Please,” she said. “I’m starting to worry.” I was falling in and out of consciousness to the sound of a constant beeping The fuzzy feeling was turning bottomless I don’t know if I’ll be okay Or if I will wake up But I try to keep the silence at bay as I cling onto life Keeping it steady, and focusing on breathing and not so much on strife I think back to the first time I heard thunder instead But I’m down to one last breath