Poetry: I wake

I wake.

Not moving.

I look around.

Everyone around me.

Crying.

The mood in the room?

Sadness.

I speak.

No one listens.

They cover my face with cloth.

The longevity of the beep.

Surreal.

I glance up.

Flat line.

I am dead.

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