Flatlining

Flatlining

I considered not posting this especially after reading so many wonderful upbeat poems. I wrote it after experiencing several weeks of Parkinson's apathy and demoralisation (apparently it's a thing) Fortunately I seem to be coming out of it now.

I’m Flat lining

I’ve nothing left to give,

it’s not that I want to die

I just can’t be arsed to live.

I’m flatlining.

I’m like a desert with no sand,

a sky devoid of birds,

an ocean with no water

life seems so absurd.

I’m flatlining.

Nothing makes me happy,

nothing makes me sad,

I’m just a lot of nothingness

I can’t even get mad.

I’m flatlining.

Douse me with cold water,

burn me with some heat,

do anything that shocks me,

knock me off my feet

I’m flatlining.

It’s not that I want much,

I just want to feel,

I need some sort of mega-zapper

so I can once again feel real.

I’m flatlining.

A little bit of hope

that’s all I really need,

nothing really big

just a tiny little seed

to stop me flatlining.