My mind entangled
within a net of creepy thoughts.
I sob I cry I fall
memories float longing for gravity.
Hospital, sleep, dark dreams,
tablets after tablets
all different in shapes and colours
like fireworks in a sombre summer sky,
unlike my tears
looking always the same.
I sob I cry I fall
grab my hand,
I do not like the silence
of the hospital walls.
I fall, grab my hand
make me stand,
hold my body so tight
be my saviour my boat.
I am drowning in warm salty water.
Grab my hand
hold my body so tight.
Collect all the tablets
I love their colours their shapes
they seem so much better
than the grey colour
of the hospital walls.
A contest entry
- 24 hours... or 20 entries... #1 by Namita.
300 points, ended February 5, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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A most deep and powerful write of the dependency on others when we are either ill or frail and old. You write really made me think as this time in my life will come in a few years.
Excellent penning with vivid imagery about this my friend. Good luck to you with this one
Gaylene
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you wrote this like you know from experience. you wrote well. i wish you the best of luck in this contest we both have entered. and of not ever knowing what those hospital wall look like. viyanna rosemarie
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you reminded me of my mum here, she has that many tablets, all different colours and shapes, i am surprised she des not rattle when she moves
a good poem. i wish that you have good luck in this contest you have entered. spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...
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