A Plea for Emancipation
How long be I an impatient Inpatient? Tell them to certify my death soon now. There’s a queue of more waiting outside, Spare some bed, some room, a little pain now. I’ve breathed long, too much to have, Tired of whirling, my blood vies to stop now. I know the color of some spilled here, It’s of the vessel that carries not a breeze now. It’s been beating since seasoned with anguish, Give my heart some moments of peace now. It's too long a stint for many a foot, Of me just relieve them and this ICU now.