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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