The Depature

I lay here lost inside my mind
Trapped within my shell
Hearing all the world around
Can't talk or even yell

My wife tells me she loves me
She strokes me with her hand
I feel her tears roll down my cheek
She tries to understand

My mother and my father both
Stand beside my bed
Sorrow fills their mind and heart
And makes them bow their head

Immobilized, I'm set adrift
Upon a sea of dreams
Connected by a slew of wires
Attached to some machines

If only I could blink an eye
To show that I'm alive
Or squeeze a hand that's holding mine
In hopes that I'll survive

I'm reaching out. I'm trying to shout
But muscles won't obey
I lay here like the bed I'm in
As moments drift away

Somewhere in the darkness
I can hear the spoken words
"Come my son. It's time to go
We'll soar just like the birds"

But how can I just fly away
And leave my life behind
There's so much more I need to do
So much I need to find

My soul is in a quandry
With turmoil in my brain
Inferno rages through me
Like a plague I can't explain

Suddenly I hear the words
Like powder in the mist
"I think that we should let him go
You know we've done our best"

A plug is pulled. A flash of light
Then everything is clear
I'm standing in the room among
The people I endear

They all gather round me now
In silence and in prayer
I look upon their sorrow
And I see how much they care

I wish that I could hug them
With a loving warm embrace
And use my thumb to wipe the tears
From each and every face

But that will never, ever be
Until their time has come
And we can stand together
In the glory of the sun

Rockman  :-)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Anglesey Avatar
October 18, 2013 at 12:25 AM
Wow, a stunning observation from the perspective of one who has crossed over. Had to read it several times, because it was just that amazing.
Collins Avatar
September 15, 2013 at 4:27 PM
My goodness Rockman. I really thought you might awake from the coma. Has a very real unreal feeling to it this poem does. "Like powder in the mist" caught my attention - wonderful. love, Kathy
Koven Avatar
August 31, 2013 at 6:30 PM
Wow. Powerful stuff. From personal experience? Hard to contemplate but beautifully written. Allan
Dietrich Avatar
August 16, 2013 at 10:24 AM
this is such a fantastic poem. And how strange that its title denotes what happened with you at Soup, that you have not posted anything since this poem. It's as if you "departed" from us!! I hope this was not a poem about you having failing health or something!! I hope to hear back from you and that you are still writing your poems.
Mohammed Avatar
July 26, 2013 at 6:29 AM
Very poignant poem Rockman.I really enjoyed this one from you.Thanks for the constructive critique on my work.See you around.
Knapp Avatar
June 16, 2013 at 5:41 AM
Rockman, That is the best write I have ever read on how it must feel to be let go when on a vent! Yes the hearing is the last to go and I do believe we see and hear everything that happens. Death is a journey of the unknown! I have been with those who have let their loved ones go and with those who had their loved one survive and repeated everything that had been said even tho they were unresponsive! Great and Powerful write!!!!
Dunn Avatar
June 6, 2013 at 7:35 PM
It's so sad and very emotional write it brings back memories of when my husband almost pasted away. thank you for sharing how he must have felt.
Cee Avatar
May 20, 2013 at 3:22 AM
hi Rockman! I appreciate your concern about my poem thank you so much it helps me a lot to improve my writings. I know I'm learning by you to write rhyme poems. Appreciate it so much!----ELAI
Cee Avatar
May 19, 2013 at 11:46 PM
wow! this is so amazing Rockman. I really feel how it touched the deep emotions. For sure many readers would love it. I don't get bored when I read the verses until the last part of it. I love the way you shared the two ways of life. loved it----Elai
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