Staring at the T.V. screen
Popping pills
To end the pain
One...Two....Three......Six.....
He isn't counting
Anymore.
He can't remember how long it had been
Since he felt so high
And so low
At the same time.
Life flashes behind heavy lids
And his cracked lips smile
Over soon, so soon---
He slips in
And out
Of sleep.
Clouds fill his mind
And he tries to find shapes---
Sirens blare
He laughs.
Policeman dreseed in navy blue
Says, Come with me.
He laughs.
He grabs him from his seat
And takes him
To the
Street
Where the ambulance
Waits.
He laughs.
Can't
see.
Can't
breathe.
Heart beatung, racing, slowing....
Stopping.
Flat----
Line.
Life
So
Short
And
Bitter.
Shocks tickle his fingers
Flow down to his toes
Doesn't
Work.
Try
Again!
They up the charge
They try again
They think he is breathing
They hope that he lives.
Moniters beep
Heartbeat is faint
And slow
But still there
Clinging
To this wreched world.
Mother's hand
On child's head
Sitting beside
His hospital bed.
He lives to see another day
But in his heart of hearts
He wishes they
Had been too late
He's alive
But he's no longer living.
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