Poems of Lighthouse Bob

My Life Everlasting #74



Silent images grace
corridors of white.
Institutionalized,

dark shadows encroach
my invalid heart.
Anticipating death,

paid orderlies run
to bedside manner.
Their announcement confirms,

“Life support systems have failed!”

Called relatives grieve
in deep agony--
Like a bubonic plague,

fate is covered up
with sterile blankets.
Rushed out revolving doors,

death gloats victory,
but truth enlightens
My Life Everlasating.


-Lighthouse Bob




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