The rhythm pulses, they all stand still;
hoping for the best, ignoring the chill.
The beeps reverberate in their minds,
they cling onto the hope that she will survive.
Tears stream their faces as the rhythm continues,
yet their hearts skip beats, anticipating the news.
A false sense of security in wavy green lines,
outside they are hopeful but their hearts are not blind.
They know not to leave, for that is when it will come,
that feeling of loss that leaves the soul numb;
they'll feel her spirit no longer whole,
and they start to feel remorse in their souls.
Their hatred of death only fuels the fire,
their hearts are weighted down, starting to perspire.
A cold chill creeps up on the backs of their necks,
and whatever happens next, no-one ever expects,
even if they thought they could handle such truth-
it's not easy letting go of a child in such youth.
A cold wind blows as the dark fire dies,
and tears break freely now from hatred-filled eyes,
as they gasp in horror as the waves straighten still.
A moment of weakness, and in swooped the kill.
I watch them as I take her hand, in death, in mine,
always to be hated, I am just a flat line.
Author notes
The views of death as he or she takes a soul home.
Option 4-I am just a flat line.
A contest entry
- FIVE YEAR AP ANNIVERSARY BASH!!!! by Auburn Sunrise.
5000 points, ended August 15, 2008, 39 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow, never heard it from the flat lines point of view. Awsome poem..but sad
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all i can say is keep it flowing and good luck in the contest but after reading this i think you got this in the bag
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OH WOW!!!
What an AWESOME first entry!!!
Love your rhyme (how perfectly executed!), your flawless rhythm, your take on the prompt (one of my personal faves - I could never do much with it), and just the intensity of the moment you describe.
BRILLIANT!!!
Thank you so much for entering!!!! -
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Thanks very much!
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