Perdition on a bed

I lie like a walrus with my head on a feather pillow,
Trying to turn with the elegance of a beached whale;
Body in stupor and breath stale,
Drooling, with once seemingly intelligent eyes.

It’s only been hours since I was relieved;

Stripped over weeks of any modesty I believed;

Hacked and peeled till each layer subsequently relinquished,

Bared to the core of humanity or insanity?

immobility: I have arrived!

Forlorn on feathers of Down,

My lungs. heaving bellows forsake life;

But death and respite,

Are like a brother’s scorn and spite.