They’re busy around you
Talking to you
Desperately trying to distract you
To keep you calm

They think it’s working
That you’re not thinking about it
But really you are
It’s on the tip if your tongue

You watch as they put the mask on
Your mind trying to remember every move
As they put you to sleep you remember that breath
like its the last you’ll ever breathe

Next thing you know you’re sat up in bed
Surrounded by whiteness
Beds either side
And nurses rushing by

You wonder what would have happened
Had that breath been your last
Did dying feel the same
Only you never awake

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