Poet in ICU (Dedicated to PG)

Yes, it’s lonely in the ICUThese machines will ceaseOnce I cease,So I should go on, exist,At least, to keep these machines going.No blip of my heart –Will be heard ever again,No words, no rhyme, no comment,No fights, no threats,On my forum, or on my blogIf I cease this struggleTo keep these machines going.These contraptions, they embrace me,Their tentacles, tubes,Pin me down, Enclose me,As if they are scared of losing meWere I to break outAnd reach for pen and paperTo make a small note,Scribble a short HaikuAbout the summer’s passingOutside the thickly blinded ICU windows.I must exist, I should,For these machines would die otherwise.