Hospital
Those walls, oh so white and thin
Whiter than winter snow but just as cold
With people rushing all around me
All in blue, a pale navy blue
Laying
On the ice cold table
With a blinding light over me
I shiver, but there is no blanket
The room gets freezing
They tell me to close my eyes
That it won’t be long
They lie
I feel the prickle of needles
The sense of pain coming near
In no time at all are my eyes drowsy
But my body doesn’t want to sleep
Questions pour through my head
Are they going to help me?
Will they make the pain stop?
Sadly, I can’t answer these questions
I wake to lights hovering above
In a barren, unknown, strange room
Where beds surround me from every direction
Alone, confused, distressed
Let me out of this place
Break free from the bitter white walls
Which hold me to this hospital bed
Be free once again
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