Ward Fifty FourA Poem by JimsimaginationTo liveIn my hospital bed. Mummified in white linen. They come and go, and some I know; others I can’t be sure. They say, we’ve met before, and yes, perhaps we have. Laid out in my hospital bed perhaps only in dreaming. The daylight is cold, It rushes passed the closed window. just passing, like visiting hour, where the talk of future seems so sour. and now, the light drains to dark; daylight grows fragile; so old, just left with dim electric glow They talk of many things. times long forgotten. Like polished whispers, sunken deep, their eyes are wet, they know I've got a little life in me yet. see how, old tears roll , from what those memories bring; soak into the over washed cotton. the white sterilised walls grow on all sides with simplistic meaning just plain; just blank. Just to remind me, there is nothing left to see or do, or think. it reminds me that what seemed so big, is now small White walls, so deceiving I just see everything black right now I used to read to starve away that chill fear of dying. but now the darkness leaves me in tears, just sighing I cough droplets of blood from tests, sweat on my brow Has my lot now been decreed In my hospital bed waiting, among a chorus of beeps. Counting down every day and hour That I lived, but oh how I lived in joy With my children No fear, sadness: glory in Grace instead at peace, at last to sleep
© 2012 JimsimaginationAuthor's Note
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Added on November 24, 2012 Last Updated on November 24, 2012 AuthorJimsimaginationLeigh-on-sea, Essex, United KingdomAboutI believe that I am a creative person;I have always enjoyed writing, and have recently been putting myself through open university completing an English Literature degree, part of this has been comple.. more..Writing
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