~Flat lining ~
pulse fade's too non, spirit's knockin yet nobody's home. Glued to the wall's encompassing light vision's of real with no eyeball'd sight. On the air lays no weight look down from above personal fate. Flying in midst of silver dart light. Enveloped in ways of transitional fix. Loved ones let go in medium space, irrational thoughts pre open air stride, in conscious mind space fear sets you aside. Time as you knew it's now time to clock out. Your life an time written's been lived out in your life~
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:Trying something different an sharing how I felt years ago in a canoe accident.