Repeat
The sun cascades in through dirty glass.
I close my eyes and try to hear only
the seagulls screeching as they dip and soar through the sky
But the incessant bleeping of machines and the rabble of a busy ward
pulls me back to ground I'd barely made it off.
A week ago I wasn’t this; far from perfect but now feel a useless husk to be fed,washed,toileted, tested and medicated and repeat and repeat.
(I was recently in hospital for a month following a stroke, I will write more about that but want to share a couple of poems I wrote while in there.)
I close my eyes and try to hear only
the seagulls screeching as they dip and soar through the sky
But the incessant bleeping of machines and the rabble of a busy ward
pulls me back to ground I'd barely made it off.
A week ago I wasn’t this; far from perfect but now feel a useless husk to be fed,washed,toileted, tested and medicated and repeat and repeat.
(I was recently in hospital for a month following a stroke, I will write more about that but want to share a couple of poems I wrote while in there.)
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