Ramblings in the Hospital

by Courtney Hough   Feb 27, 2018


I hear the beeping form the machine,
The smells of medicine and flowers.
Laying in this gown,
My body losing power.

Its been like this for years,
And I’ve told Doctors for years.
Instead sent to negative tests,
As problems fell on deaf ears.

And yet here I am,
The E.R. with the same request.
“Somethings wrong we know,
But we need to do more tests.”

Wearing their coats,
Clicking their pens.
“Come back when it attacks,
We’ll see you again!”

My body is dying,
I think its mimicking my soul.
I wonder how much longer I have,
When will I pay Death’s toll?

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  • 6 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Courtney,

    This is incredibly sad if literal and I have very little help to offer without sounding cliched and tired.
    Sometimes, when our spirit is that weary, it takes a physical and very real toll on our bodies. Perhaps that is the issue, perhaps it something else but all I will leave you with is this tired cliche: 'You never know what's round the next bend'.

    Keep your chin up and do take care,

    Ben

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