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

[Ruth]

I can relate to this love, a powerful poem! Really not a good experience and one that scars! xx

[Fenner]

Working in a hospital I can definately relate to this, there is nothing more frightening than being that patient, alone in a dull room, surrounded by tubes and machines. Good job.

[FaithfullyJennyBear]

aww :( SherbyBear in hospital on your own :( I would have came to see you but you didn't tell me :( and yay im a friend of valiance and strength ^.^ this is an awesome poem. Sets the imagery greatly and the two lined stanzas gave a bit more effect :) great write :) xx