Almost There

Almost There short poem

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When my days are through,
When age and destiny succumbs me
I finally quit the fight and give to darkness
When my breathing slows and exhale once more
When my lips are as cool as the sea.
My world dark and peaceful.
My heart slows and comes to a halt
Then chaos ensues
Pressure ensues upon my chest rapidly
My skin pierced with needles of all sorts
Epi injected into my veins to restart a dying heart
My lungs inflate and air rushes out
They tube my airway to make me breathe
Another injection of meds rushes through my veins
My heart starts to quiver and move around.
A jolt of electricity restarts my dead heart,
Only to have to die all over again

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