A Free Soul - Poem by Philip Carter
The monitor gives out a constant steady bleep
Not loud, but audible to those close by
Except me, or so they think
My mind is not in my body
But drifting in the ether nearby
My soul has left my body and is at peace
But the beep keeps the vessel alive
In the hope my soul returns
A Hobson's choice of body and pain
Or free soul and endless joy.
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