prognosis is a poem written by Rhuther Jon Payales and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Trust The Process for the month of November
prognosis
i trespass into the world beyond the living
in this mindscape, i see him— a deep entanglement
in a chasm of nothingness; faceless, he sits, he waits
this is but, mundane, if compared to the temporal,
monotonous sound attached to me. beep
blurred faces in garments of white, sift through me
in intervals of my breath; they irradiate me like the sun—
i fall and i rise, my skin, akin to a ceaseless snowstorm
the sky remains dispirited, dodging my every glance. beep
should we pull the plug; should we ever resuscitate
my eyelids latch into one another, like a hazy daydream
he’s still breathing, he’s still fighting; no, he’s struggling
is it only a figment of my desire to live? this, this beep.
the world beyond the living entices me,
but i catch my breath— i have to keep going
i want to hear it beep
i want to hear it—————
