The almost rhythmic beep in my ears
The fragile hand in the palm of my own
The taste of the hygienic and clear air
The sight of a body in a sedated slumber
The smell of sanitation and cleanliness
Was a constant under my nose
With the smell of something unexplainable
It couldn't be described
But there was more than just the smell
To this unexplainable thing
It had a sort of sound too
A whisper that was inaudible
But internally you could hear it
I couldn't touch it
It was something intangible
But I could feel it encase my body
and slowly covering my heart
It couldn't be seen
But it felt so powerful
That it seemed like it should've been visible
The taste couldn't be detected
But made every intake of air savored
All of this gathered
Made like a sixth sense
Deep down inside
I knew
It was time
His life
Was over
YOU ARE READING
A little piece of me
PoesíaSometimes I rhyme Sometimes I don't I almost always write But sometimes I won't It all depends on my mood All depends on my muse But right now, here's something from me to you
