| Subject: This is a poem i wrote last night. |
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Reaon Coppertale
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Date Posted: 07:03:00 11/24/02 Sun
I'm lying here,
Listening to my breathing,
In, Out, In, Out,
Up, Down, Up, Down,
I can almost feel my insides getting pulled apart,
My heart stopping,
My brain functions ceasing,
Myself closing down even as I lie.
I see black, no white and no light.
Despair, no hope, no choice.
They tell me it won't hurt, do I believe them?
Do I allow them to lead me, like ponies on a string?
Should I believe them, lull myself into security?
Should I let myself go?
Should I let myself decline, fading away?
No.
I can't stop living just to wither away like some cast off flower.
I can't just be forgotten, lying in a bed in a hospital ward for eternity.
If I go I will go by my choice. I will not let fate guide me as others do.
I'll try not to breathe, I'll not fade away like a sickened child, not fit to live after an hour
has past.
I will go, fly from my bed where I am bound, forbidden to have pleasure,
Consumed by numbed pain.
I'll try not to breathe.
I'll try not to breathe.
I'll try not to breathe.
I'll try not to breathe………
This poem is inspired by REM's Try Not to Breathe and is my musings on terminal illnesses such as cancer from a teenager or a child's point of view.
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