This hospital bed is made of nails

Needles poking into my arm

Tubes down my throat

And a sore back

 

My fingertips numbing

My toes curling

Hairs stand on my neck

 

Pondering times of woe

And the days of sunshine

 

Green fields of poetic justice

And friends of valiance and strength

 

But now all I see is these cold walls

And deaths presence at the foot of my hospital bed

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with your words. I don't like Doctors or Hospitals. I feel no comfort even as a visitor. Great description and ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Calypso]

This makes me want to never go to a hospital, haha.

[Alex Walters]

This captures the disturbing feeling that many people get with hospitals perfectly. Very well done.

[Ravyne Hawke]

Oooo this one is a chiller of a tale. I got goosebumps! Love the imagery ad flow of this piece.. well done!

[☯]

A known feeling people get in the hospital and the numb emotions playing around. Great write and strong flow. :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Stark and revealing to the point of obsession, well done, great read.

[Sarah Morgan]

I've experienced this a couple times in my life.. when I'm lying there on the table them getting ready to do my heart surgeries and it's terrifying. I'm not sure of what you've went through, but you have about a thousand thoughts when your in this state. You feel so cold, you feel alone. Great piece!

[Helpless]

I know this feeling... so scary! amazing poem!

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oh a little shout out in there! LOL

I know the feeling..I am beginning to think they are places of death...