Plain White Ceiling

Everytime I open my eyes to I
see the pale ceiling,
I feel worms crawling beneath
my skin, helplessly,
I feel the tubes through my nose
feeding me, breathing me,
The needles through my veins
and the sensors that keep
the monitors beeping my life.
Urinating through a tube,
sphincter out of control I lie
Devoid of shame or respect
I lie.
I have dreams at night, of things
I could've achieved
Of places I could've seen and
in adventures I'd have been.
I have nighmares sometimes
of the day the doctor informed me;
Of the things that happen in death
and of things afterwards.
My body broken I lie, of death
I'm afraid and I lie.
But I hope soon the monitor
shows a flat line.