Life in Technicolor – Part IX
By Brandon Palzkill
A cold, clinical room sits
at the end of a sterile hallway,
within an unremarkable hospital.
An old woman lies in bed;
wispy; frail; diseased;
decaying with every passing moment.
Merciful medication courses through her,
and she sleeps away the pain;
dreams a final dream, in vivid color.
The pale winter sun fades
down behind the frozen grounds,
yet she stands on a tropic beach,
memories rolling in as crashing tides.
The soothing water splashes over her feet,
and her life flashes before her eyes.
No regrets; she’d had a long, full run.
Her dreams fade to black
death peacefully envelopes her.
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