No Strong Feelings Either Way

Five days hence, I'll go into a hospital
To have a doctor wire a device to me
Which is designed to thwart the better
Judgment of my heart. The old thing
Tells me I should die. The nag that I
Soon will receive will goad my heart
Back into beating when it stops,
And says it's done. What's the opinion
Of the mind, stay or go, let fate play
Out, or do as we're all doomed to do
These days, hang on at any cost?
It can't decide. It's satisfied with what
It's done, and willing to say, “Fine, it's
Over,” but it's not averse to being
Dragged along. There's a family
To consider. I suppose they hope
I'll stay. Okay. The room's already
Booked. I'll take it five days hence.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-04-23 at 17:19

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