Veins stand out against your pale complexion
I watch your hands shake
From the slightest effort
Wondering 'will I be like this?'
Alone in a room with no color
Devoid of life and companions
Forced to a bed
Watching a single clock tick ominously
As time continues on
Passing me by
Leaving me to ponder my purpose
And question who to call to do simple tasks
I breath deeply
And listen to my lungs rattle
And bring forth a cough
That leaves me gasping for oxygen
A terrible feeling of dread rises
Listening to monitors go off
Hearing nurses yell for a doctor
Stuck in place
My eyes fixated on a speck above me
And slowly I drift into nothing
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoesíaJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
