Flat Line

Flat Line

A Poem by November Gold
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Some days I just find it too much to even breathe...

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My eyes are open, or are they?

My heart is beating, isn’t it?

My spirit feels trapped,

My mind boxed in.

 

Caged and frantic I feel out of control

Lost and alone, longing for reprieve.

The world around imposing limits

And confinements abound.

 

I can’t feel the breath enter and leave

Only the emptiness in between

My legs are weak and will not hold me

As I fall weeping to the ground.

 

Strength has left me, replaced with disregard

The will to fight is only an idea now

A trait I used to know inside of me,

 Now only stagnation swirls around.

 

Words fail me, and escape through the cracks

Inspiration dying like the leaves on the trees;

Falling, spinning without a net,

As it meets with the cold hard unyielding of the earth below.

 

They search for a pulse, just

A simple sign of life

But what they do not yet know

Is that where life once flowed

Is now just a flat line;

A surrendering white flag from my soul.

 

Closing my eyes I hear the sound,

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Inhaling one more time, I let go

And exhale a final time

Before the sound just turns to

Silence and all that exists

Is a flat line where life once was.

 

 

© 2011 November Gold


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Brilliant write:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poem is very intense and powerful. I loved when you referred to the flat line "as a surrendering white flag from my soul." Nice job.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Try to breath , I know sometimes its just too hard ... remind me a peom I once wrote , about "Heavy feeling" ... like something really heavy on your chest , make it hard to breath x Yossi

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I luv the title, I could almost feel the tension your well chosen words project to the reader.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You create a powerful poem. When we give up and have no energy for life. Easy to flat line what we were and need. No weakness in this poem. Just strong and honest statements. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

revealing words, and a feeling of feelings I know all to well, somehow we find the strength to keep going, nice write..

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

you painted a perfect picture in showing how you felt strong write and my favorite line “ I can't feel the breath enter and leave only the emptiness in between ” thats hot

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I think I just died!

All joking aside this is one power house of imagery.....well expressed for such an uncomfortable subject!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I felt my breath leave me and my pulse quicken just by your great descriptions.. I can so relate to these emotions...in so many ways so many reasons.. Like always you expressed them perfectly.. :) xo

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kiddo, this is an extraordinary poem, significant of your outstanding talent of writing. You blow me away with your offerings. You have a devine gift, thank you for sharing it.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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November Gold

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