Heart Rate

 

Beep.

Days,

Hours,

   Minutes,

      Ticking by.

    Slowly life rests,

As you stare.

    Upon the fragility of the patient,

      Who begs to be free of this wretched pain,

But, he cannot be, nor can he sense,                                  

Any kind of freedom,

                        Happiness,

                                   Love.

Beep.

Wait,

   Looking.

      Constantly,

    Listening to him.

Wait again to think,

    And begin the dreadful planning soon.

            Does he have family here who grieves even now,

For how will they receive the news?

Or is this body afraid and alone,

With no one to have,

The simplest clue.

Beep.                                    

Days.

Week.

Done.

No longer better,

      Any more.

Staggered and slow,

      His heart beats.

We can’t live with ourselves.

      Duty First

We must proceed.

          Forcibly.

It is…

 B

 E

 E

 E

 E

 E

 P

 

Reviews

[Brianna Brie]

I like the way the words dance across the screen much like a heart rate monitor. It is sad that some people die alone, but I do wonder if that is how they lived too.

[Pakino]

The structure of the poem is unique. One of a kind on the site. The message could be better in my opinion, such that you can flush it out a bit more.