Sticky Note 6

Randomness from ICU

In a straight jacket existence
With a ball and chain around my neck
I rock side to side
Clinging to the hope
That I will ride
The short bus
The orange one
With the army colored green
Seats with rough military restraints
Not built for
Comfort; no frills, no thrills
I hated those buses
Reminders of Happy Meals
That I never got because
I was the meal and the prize?
Still the wheels on the bus
Go round and round
All through the town
Strange, that bus never
Picked me or Rosa up
Feels like the 60's again

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

being in a hospital bed can feel like being segregated, or tied down in some way.

when i had my first hernia operation as a little kid, around six i was, i was so taped up, almost like a mummy, i could not even turn over in bed. i felt so confined...so held down.

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

Jacob I feel like how you describe however between the drugs and pain I am to gain freedom in writing and give you a birdseye view of the business of being sick.

[Jamestown]

Another metaphor blast, sad micky d bit!

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

Thanks Jamestown.....appreciative am I