Flatline

Shaunmatthewcpoetry

When will it be,

What'll be my time?

Only one can see,

On after life's line,

Guess I must have died,

Doctors called a flatline,

Soul is no longer tied,

To that body of mine.

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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem has a sense of finality about it and it feels a bit satirical in a sense. Short and to the point. Well said

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    The truth about the certainty of death. Not much in life is certain...our eventual expiration is VERY certain. Even with the hope of the resurrection...expiration is still a requirement. Great poem. Could not be more bluntly true! 🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

  • orchidee

    'Anyone alive in 'ere?' we may yell, if going into some dreary Club, etc. lol.



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