A Collection of Poetry Book Three

Brain Dead

My thoughts evade me,

My memories are fading,

My brain is dying,

And I am thoughtlessly crying.

I look around,

Trying to make sense of the sounds.

My family, they care,

But I’m still falling down.

I believe I am brain dead,

But am I really?

How would I know?

I can’t even see the beauty of the snow.

Is my brain dead?

Can you help me?

If it is dying,

I’m not ready to let go.

I come up fighting,

But just fall short.

I don’t believe it’s too late,

But what do I know?

I’m brain dead.