The empty hallways smelling of cleaning solution
I recollect being tied down to a hospital bed my faint screams echoing throughout the room
Being injected with a sedative I feel woozy and slowly go unconscious
Awake once again I smell something metallic I can taste it
So bitter
I recollect the nurses coming in to check on me “rate your pain at a scale of 1 to 10”
I swallow heavily “9”
I lie to not bring attention to myself
I'm utterly exhausted and worn out
My labored breaths are shallow
I’m home again under the covers it smells like fabric softener
It’s comforting
I turn in my sleep somethings not right
My skin is burning hot to the touch
A fever I yearn to sweat out
I’m back in the hospital once more
I wish I wish I wish I would die
That way the suffering would finally stop
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Author:
K. Leon (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: November 10th, 2021 20:12
- Comment from author about the poem: this poem pertains to my own experiences it is very dear and personal.
- Category: Unclassified
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