[POEMS] Coffee Poems - Poetry Collection Volume 2

035 | unknown 6

Needles, equipments, strangers in white
Hospital- it's what everyone says
An abode of mine where I long to fight
A war with death towards my phase
An apparatus had been sparing my life
Chasing my life for soon I will die
My mind and body was in pure strife
I got lifeless and paler as time passes by
My life posses a tragic beauty of a rose
Buried on a bunk of a white pastel room
Hushed in a nightmare that I never chose
Slowly my petals has started its doom
A verdict from them to take my life
To rest the aid for the flat line to spring
I haven't bid yet my last good byes
But slowly and surely my heart stopped beating

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