My body has just implied
Its parts are used up, weak.
And though my will is strong inside,
I gasp for strength even as I speak.
Each breath an effort I tediously
Labor to take to be alive.
The drugs I've been given just make me
Too drowsy, I don't think I'll survive.
My heart has served notice it will retire,
Any day now, and stop beating.
Like an old machine soon set to expire,
The will to live is there but the parts are breaking.
Am I afraid to go and to leave this earth?
I'm more afraid of the tubes and the electric shock.
I want to go sane still knowing my worth
If it's time then it's over,there's no going back.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~04.27.18
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Am I afraid to go and to leave this earth? I'm more afraid of the tubes and the electric shock. I want to go sane still knowing my worth If it's time then it's over, there's no going back..... meditating on death and illness. we are all in this line dear poetess. you are not alone......... thank u for ur poem. tony
Thank you Dr. tony Brahmin