A med school graduation gift from several years ago that I still treasure.
Is this a reminder that I will always be a…puppy?
Maybe I will always be a kid at 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.