My Best Friend, The BeepingA Poem by Jessica GillitzerI spent alot of time in and out of hospitals. So I write about it.
It's a world of questions in here
bright lights that should give them answers a whirling dervish of shuffling foot steps and blurring white coats clipboards and click pens I get it, you think i'm holding something back, some missing biological puzzle piece. Well I'm not... It's a place of metaphors this glass enclosed room with cheap white curtains a rolling bed but I thought you were supposed to "STAY" in bed, so what's with the wheels my own entourage of smiling faces and nodding heads one more test and this will only hurt a little bit You ever had an arm set, if it was like that times 10 would you let them do it again Well I'm not... It's a coffin with spotless and shiny tile floors Scalpels, MRI's, and microscopic cameras searching but still can't find their grim looks when they think I'm asleep and thinking my mother and father would lie to me I know I'm not okay and I know you tell them it might stay that way They are preparing for goodbyes, forgetting I am still right here Well I'm not! Not yet...
© 2016 Jessica GillitzerAuthor's Note
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