Deathbeds

How can demise feel so comforting?

My hands have gone dry from the many people who have held me with tears in their eyes which fall on to my hands; a vicious cycle

I feel so weak. I can't move my body. My arms and legs are captivated to the hospital bed.

I feel cold, I've been cold since the accident.

They say I have hours left, in fact they don't know how I'm still alive.

They have warned my parents that my time on earth is almost up, and that I'll soon be up with the stars. 

People who don't even know my middle name, showed up and said stories of how close we were as classmates 

I'm so medicated, I can't even feel my fingers.

I heard them say even if by some miracle I was to make it, I'd be paralyzed and I could never speak again. 

I begin to watch TV from the ceiling of the hospital bed

My eyes, which once saw the beautiful brother, close.

He is holding my hand.

With tears in his closed eyes, he praying for a miracle that won't happen. 

All the chaos and sounds in the room, make no one notice my escape from earth and into the stars.

My organs, one by one, finish playing their instrument, and slowly the symphony begins to stop

The final sound composed is the heart monitor flatline.