Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Hospital Days

My body loves hospital beds,
Loves the white of sheets
A painful row of injured heads
Some ugly swollen feet.

The nurses have seen me naked
The Doctors smile a lot
Bless the water, for its sacred
And I lie on a sterilized cot.

My heart refuses to cooperate
And I throw my medicines away
A senior doctor wants to operate
Waking up means vomit and sway.

People visit and bring me gifts
My parents tell them all lies
The world inside me slowly shifts
As parts of me begin to die.

My last wish is to see a mime
I was always denied sanctuary
Tried my best to make it rhyme
This is my funniest obituary.


  1. Grey areas I see
    mind lives in limbo
    try I the door
    the trap door,to
    an August mind
    of which I have lost the key.

    Alas I scream loud,
    my cries nobody listens.
    How would they??
    When I scream within!!

    Waiting ,the only resolve.
    I pray o time
    Do Decay the Door.

  2. Perhaps you are knocking at the wrong door. Perhaps it's time to move on.