She lay in her hospital bed
On clean white sheets
Stirring left and right in pain
And discomfort
Tangles of tubes crisscross her body
Into her nose feeding her
Into her veins pumping her with drugs
Monitors with blinking lights
Keeping her going
She was old
Her body was aching
Her mind was drained
Her heart was beating tiredly
Her organs were straining
She had enough
She wanted to leave
But they kept her going
With their tubes and machines
It was their duty, they say
Regardless of her sufferings
It needs a heart to let go
When it is time
To let go
Not a brain
Rigid with its straight line of rules
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment