Losing Rhythm
I’m lost in the silence of these sheets where my breath is growing thin,
my world is in a controlled chaos of beeping machines.
Stand clear!
I’m hearing whispers from the other side while warmth is seeping away,
as volts of life surge through the veins of my numbing body.
Recharge the paddles!
I’m seeing visions of people I met before and memories of my childhood are flashing back.
For the second time, the current meets my flesh in another shock.
Don’t you dare leave…
I’m trying to find the light, but all I see are fragments,
of the best life I lived, for seven minutes.
He needs another shock!
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I’m losing my rhythm, my chest is still.
For a long agonizing second, there is nothing I feel.
Let’s bag him.
As the monotone scream of the flatline dominates among all the chaos,
he’s trying to revive me, against all the noise.
I can see something. Check his pulse.
Life within stirs once more, after a short sleep of almost forever.
The rhythm starts anew, revived from eternal surrender.
He’s got a pulse!
I can finally feel my heartbeat so fragile,
and the warmth of life in every inch of my soul that was lost for a while.
Let’s stabilize him.
Hope breaks through the dark evening,
reminding me today is a new beginning.
“It’s time to retrace my path.”
