Stopped Dead 
Stopped dead in its tracks, is it still ticking 
Second hand on my clock it goes no more 
  Let us wait a minute and we will see Pulse in my neck I can feel it no more
Let us wait a minute and we will see 
Very quiet no snoring or wheezing 
Let us wait a minute and we will see 
Fingers and toes they won't move anymore 
Let us wait a minute and we will see 
They won't close though I try nor can I blink 
Let us wait a minute and we will see 
Where am I now I want to know. Do you 
Time is up the clock has stopped minute's gone 
Digits don't work eyes can't see heart is bad 
Body has gone to pot and missing too 
This is a mess how can I recover 
Got to get up morning's come, my alarm
It's time to see, am I dead or alive
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Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
I'm writing for Karin at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/04/april-second.html
I'm also linked to Day Two of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-two-5/ If you click on 'PARTICIPANTS SITES' link at the top of their page you can read the poems submitted by other bloggers
I so know the feeling! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteLOL
ReplyDelete"Got to get up morning's come, my alarm
It's time to see, am I dead or alive "
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ReplyDeletemuch love...
I, too, know this one :-) So well said “let us wait a minute and we will see” indeed we will,,
ReplyDeleteLoved that last line!
ReplyDeleteI know the feeling!!
ReplyDeleteMakes one wonder sometimes! The older I get the louder my heart beats.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful lines :)
ReplyDelete"Let us wait a minute and we will see"
I am not sure at times even when I hear the alarm clock if I'm still ticking.
ReplyDeleteJim— I visted yesterday but apparently none of my blogger comments took. A clever poem— well realized! Agh! Hope I am still ticking. Thanks. K.
ReplyDeleteI like the whimsical humour. (You sound alive to me.)
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