Arteries

29th  Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling



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Lying in that hospital bed.
Being measured by machines.
Your face over-looking.

It reminded me of how I always imagined my failed ending.
One thing was wrong though:

You were there.


The doctors would be dazed if you were present at the heart readings.


As I entered surgery – I wish I wouldn’t arise,
They woke me of that empty sleep.

As I smelt you, I felt your self-assurance,
My wish.


But you arrived, collected me –
As if I was your’s to guard.
I became your’s again.



You fiddle with my wires, reprogramming and adjusting.
You work into me.
Termination now!
Please.
You’re breaking me like a china doll being over dressed.


Are you even true?