Life-Support

The thoughts behind this poem's narration are: You are lying alone in your hospital room. It is late at night, and you have been lying awake for hours on end. The only sound you can hear is your heart monitor's incessant beeping. You feel terrible. You wish you didn't have to continue on like this, surviving, but not thriving, on life-support. You can barely think; you can barely breathe. You wouldn't be alive if not for the IV in your arm and the tube in your nose. This is not living; it is a small, sad, solemn existence. If only you could end it. If only you could remove the tube and stop breathing. Then that beeping would finally stop and you could finally fall asleep....