Flatline

..Bleep.
....Bleep.
......Bleep.
........Bleep.
Continual Bleep. The unfading sound of a fading life.
Transparent to the mind but concrete to the heart,
Measuring each breath of the translucent dream, where
The dreamer can never escape.

Bleep.
..Bleep.
....Bleep.
Tense Bleep. Counting the tears that flow there,
Standing beside the people who come and go.
Never to stay but always trapped, bedside left
Empty once again.

Bleep.
..Bleep.
Sad Bleep. Withered petals grace the ground, murky
Water in the vase of withered grief. The pain too
Much for their fragile hearts; so save face and
Leave me behind.

Bleep.
A Bleep. Surrounding and encasing the bed grave.
The last place been, the last place seen, look upon
The slumbering face. No fear, only tubes of the
Artificial fading life.

Bleep. The last, the longest. Bleep of fear,
Of regret and self hate. Should have been there,
Seen more, and given more support. The dreamer's
Last beat of heart.

Bleeeeeeeep.


-Melayna Ross