It could have been me <br />There <br />On life support <br /> <br />Bruised <br />Broken <br />boned <br />Bedritten <br />Bandaged <br />& <br />Braindead <br /> <br />Fractured skull leaking <br />Glassy eyes seeing <br />nothing <br />Darth Wader Breathing <br />Monotonously <br />Unreal <br /> <br />They tell me <br />Hard <br />Hard <br />Hard <br />Decicion <br />Has been taken <br /> <br />They will plug you <br />Permanently <br />Off <br />At 5 <br />This evening <br /> <br />I sit here <br />Smoking <br />Writing <br />To keep calm <br />While your son <br />Asks for you <br /> <br />Outside <br />The world continues <br />Spinning <br />And the living <br />Keep on living<br /><br />Carsten Thomsen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/braindead/
