Dnr Poem by Charlie Parant

twisted thoughts rage through my head
mind's still living, body's dead
bones are aching to the core
marrow feels like iron ore
legs lay heavy on the bed
weakened muscles turned to lead
breathing shallow, lungs are hollow
I just drool but can not swallow
loved ones stare into my eyes
trying to tell if I'm alive
hoping they respect my plans
my fate's in someone else's hands
no way to express the pain
morphine dripping in my vein
in this vessel turned to stone
silently, I die alone