Selfless
I breathe...
I breathe...
I breathe...
I breathe...
So heavily...
My body temperature is dropping.
I feel the illness spreading.
Attached to all of these machines...
Still I wonder...are you alright?
Visions of my past seem to come and go.
As the surgeon calls my name.
He tells me there is no hope.
But hope, for me, was lost so long ago.
As I slip into oblivion.
I cannot interpret what I am seeing.
But the final moments of my life...
I spent them concerning for your well-being.
Selfless...
poem by Aaron Lynn
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