Clinical Death Poem by Margaret Austin Go

The cacophony of noise is infuriating
Grinding teeth
like bars of steel clashing
Severing my senses
Burning embers, churning coals
My lungs filled
with Steam and Ashes
Searing consciousness
My arms flailed
Writhing uncontrollably in vain
But you fueled these clogs
Suddenly, I'm tamed
I hope you remember
How we toiled our hearts that November
How we would never let it slip
And how many castles we built
then demolished them quick
Crushing bricks
But we are born liars
And it's impossible to alleviate
Unending chain of regrets
As I run backwards in denial
I try to forget
That I am actually dead