In My Last Moments
Right before I die,
What memory will my mind
hold onto?
As my brain frantically bursts
through its last reserve of energy,
Who will fill its neurons with activity?
A family member, friend, or lover?
Of whose regards will my dying thoughts be?
I just hope they’re not like my dreams:
Whose bizarre reality
have no value or meaning.
No,
I wish to go
Ending with a fleeting memory
Of someone that made life worth living.
This poem is about:
Me