At the Gates (Poetry)

icu pateint

Fading into white noise
Digitized heart steadies
Visions of tunnel light
Plastic windpipes in accord
Oneirophrenia to dreams
White morphine clouds
Rid myself of all diseases
A sweet sighful breeze
Reminiscence of past life
Or a clairvoyance of afterlife
I wake up at the gates
Bedridden between life and death.

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