Those days were clearer now..
Pain lurking around, calling on often
Amidst dizziness of fear unknown
Rather, fear for the unknown
Days were shrouded in white then...
Now the 'vision' is sharper
I can see the smile of my nurse,
Sense the needles moving beneath my skin,
Hear her instructions better.
Feel the smell of coffee dissolving into
The sourness of disinfectants...
The past lingers
with all its
life...
When my present is unknown...
Its not hide and seek
Its an absence
Till I move into something new..
Here, they come to dissect me
To prolong life
The theatre is on...
Numbness piercing me
Flesh is frozen
Yet I see the green masks
With their surgical blades
On the the table I am sleeping...
A sound sleep..
