A lovely piece written by Annie that I wanted to share. Having a tremendous soft spot for the elderly and their care, this post touched my heart…
you chase it off.
upon three pillows.
are your breaths
as you gasp,
Slowly you ascend.
Your heart full.
Your dilated cardiomyopathy.
Tendons, vessels, muscle, bone-
little more than its sum, alone.
Without life, alone.
A heart upon your fingers,
fibers smooth, firmness lingers.
A pump sleeps, alone.
Nerves, severed and denuded,
shimmering, taut, function diluted.
Pain without feeling, alone.
A lung, delicate sponge, blackened,
absorbs an essence, greyed, maddened.
Vacant sacs, stale breaths, alone.
The cerebrum, split, its valleys and mounds,
embodies a soul, full, without bounds.
My lifeless being is nothing alone.