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.

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