no room for breath or getting better

coughs emit quickly
in stuttered succession,
break the silence
and adding to the taut air
that hangs in the room,
suffocating.



beeps and blips on a monitor,
a thirty-year-old screen,
this aged contraption
is elder to the patient
on the itchy, creaking hospital bed.

a groan or a moan,
and a trickle of blood,
before everything goes to hell
and witnesses spiral backwards
into wet blackness
as they can't handle much more
of this darkened magic.

Reviews

[FaithfullyJennyBear]

This is quite an awesome poem :)
It's not like the kind I would usually read but it was still nicely written :)