Nurses at my bedside,
I awake to a mess; I'm in the middle.
Shaken and confused,
White coats mark my every move.
Under watch, careful eye,
Slip of the meter.
Heart slowing, blood stopping,
Adrenalin rushes not enough.
Head swollen, spirit so low,
This is my end; I know this now.
Under the lights, masked men scare me,
They want to save me.
A way that needed assisting,
A hand to help cut the pain.
Scars wrap my body,
Ladders of where I have climbed,
And where I have fallen to sleep.
Marks left unsaid, closed.
Drips of fluid iembeddedinto my skin,
With tears flowing, I'm drying out.
Soaking up the rupture of the mend,
Spattering of new hope, it's all gone.
Bandages cover my expression, all of me,
A ghost looks at me.
