Flatline

One beat. Two Beat. Three Beat. Four.

Each louder than the one before.

Five beat. Six beat. Seven beat. Eight

Such a calm and collective state

Nine beat to ten and ten to eleven.

Floating on clouds lifting straight up to heaven

Eleven beat. Twelve beat and twelve to thirteen

The air left so fresh and abundantly clean

Thirteen comes and goes in which the next never follows

Making the inhale of clean air now painful to swallow

From the cloud you are sitting quickly vanished beneath you

Away from your heaven. Far from all that you knew

Leaves you shaking and shattered

Thoughts collected, now scattered

Eight count. Seven count. Six count Five.

Your heart they are trying so hard to revive

Four count. Three count. Two count. One

They did all they could.  And no more could be done

A happiness felt only for a short time

Until broken your heart beats no more

You've flat lined.

♥