random thoughts
A thousand hospital trolley night-time deaths
Every one slipping away unnoticed
How many before me have died in this bed?
With crunchy clean white sheets
And blue blankets
And empty visiting hour chairs
That lonely tear cannot be for me
Nor the single wilting
White rose
For I'm still here
Barely
Hanging on to this wire
For I'm caught
Hook line and sinker
Red eyed and red cheeked
around death's white martyred glory
now close to sinking
trying to draw breath
in an asthmatic's ibuprofen nightmares
and early morning fluoxetine
lucid dreams
suddenly I've lapsed
into a world without capitals
sentenced to non linear sentences
and sertraline sickness
which passes
I'm told
The ideals of a 10 year old
Now tarnished
And broken what use?
Copyright 1999 by _sPiDerBaBy_
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