Ink of Faith: Life’s Stark Choice in Intensive Care Survival

Ink of Faith

In Intensive care’s precarious grip,
Solemn doctor reveals life’s choice.
Sign this document, an erstwhile plea,
Just in case you don’t wake up.

The weary patient inquired,
What are my chances?
A percentage required.
Fifty-fifty, the stark decree.

In worn despair, patient implored,
Ignore this potential warrant of death?
The doctor stared, unwavering, stern.
Your chances then reduced to none.

Concluded talk. Document signed.
Two years later where are we?
Exchanged warm looks, a voice sincere:
I’m living, breathing, still – here.

Another Poem by Skendong: Survivors Guilt: Half A Chance To Redeem This Life