Prone
no ruin can come to me
my status is fully secure
parameters are normal
air-supply made secure
warm feelings suffusing
my body and its pain
voices echo far away
fever roasts my brain
images memories of old
before me life's flashing
re-living old times amid
a future thats crashing
all I have is in thoughts
vegetable activity level
limbs still but sliding
no more gaily to revel
once I loved and walked
laughed at others jokes
made plans, anticipated
the fire ambition stokes
bodily function usurped
the throb of machinery
eyes taped so no more
heart-warming scenery
lungs heaving strangely
ward reels and bending
life splintered by tubes
amid plastic my ending
jennifer Malden
Sat 6th Mar 2021 17:14
Hope this isn't autobiographical? Presumably if it was, and you had had an ending amid plastic, you wouldn't have been able to produce this. Would think that unfortunately this is very well described.
Jennifer