The poem's description most likely will suffice.
the 4 x 10 window,
12 inches of snow
the lights above
thousands of houses,
4 and 6-lane freeways,
the back streets
of homes and business,
back from the depths of machines
the lights of tubes and overheads,
the nurses and labs,
my God, my God, my God,
blinking in wonder,
sight coming back to the damaged eye,
my dearest Lord Jesus,
what is to happen?
Where is the life
the promise of wires
down to the heart,
the assurance of hurt,
no sleep, blinking,
the trembling to the soul.
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep,
did I blink,
or was that sleep?
The stars appear,
cold, crisp, brittle,
carefully kept uniforms,
time for more tests,
the padded steel gurney,
down the floors
into the abyss,
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|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|This realistic poetry brought me back into my own nest of memories of hospitals and operations and a cold shiver ran down my spine...hope you are well my friend.
|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|Felt like being punched in the face, such is the power of your description.
Best of health!
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|I have spent too many nights in similar states, with similar views... for different reasons. :) I hope and pray that your coming days and weeks are filled with peace and health.
Always a pleasure to see you posting, and despite the topic which gave me a sharp intake of breath, your words never disappoint with the poignant pictures you paint... making this all too real.
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I call it the Horror of the hospital. Got me in the gut.
|Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
|These lines deliver the smell of hospital disinfectant and medicine, nurses' lounge coffee with cream and sugar, but not for you... shiney floors of a place no one likes to see, the sweaty palms of dread and unknown, the unnaturalness of it all. Disconnection from all else, it is full of wrench and and wretch and scarlet fear. All that is in here. Yell. ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
it's such a relief to see you writing
again after all you've been through;
i'm still waiting for that email you owe me, lol!
stay strong, my friend,
|Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis
|You take us there. Uncomfortably there. It's stark and sterile - an atmosphere that brings turmoil to the mind but promises bodily restoration, at least that's the theory. You are, as always, adept. Your words are your (and our) best medicine.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Truly a grippingly real account, Jerry; I feel the pain both physical and mental. Thank you for sharing. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Jean Pike
|So wonderful to see you posting, Jerry. This one is so very real. Short and sharp, you have said it all. One of your best ever.|
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|Jerry, you see quite clearly with limited vision, it must be hell, you already paid for you sins with this stay, not saying you had any, but suppose if, so from here it can only be upward, great poetry as always even with all these bolds in your head, keep on writing, hugs! Jasmin Horst|
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Hope you aren't going through this at all right now. But good description of what happens. you don't really get sleep much in a hospital setting.|
|Reviewed by Angela Ciero
|Good writing. It really brings the feeling of sitting in a hospital to life.|