Hospital Beds

Every day every night

There it is, the hospital room

Sometimes I would like to take flight

There is always the doom.

It coils around me

It's blocking off my airway and,

It's so hard to just see

If only I could take a stand.

I cannot breathe in here

It's all too much for me to stand

Everything feels so near

I wish someone would take my hand

It's all so clear to me

It's time for me to take a stand

Deep within there's a sea

Of emotions that I can't stand

It's all so hard to know

To feel, to hear, to know of you

Because I just want to go

To hide there until we are through.

But why, but why, but why?

I only wish that I could run

Then I could really fly

Away from all the pain and fun

I'm alone, so alone

Far from the pain, far from the rain

I'm trying to atone

I cannot bear this inner pain.

I fight, I fight, I fight.

Only to have failed in the end

To fight for what is right

My hope is just around the bend.

But is it really there?

Is there hope to spare for me now?

I don't know how I'll fare

There's only so much I'll allow.

Keep running, keep running, keep running

Keep hiding, keep hiding, keep hiding.

Keep fighting, keep fighting, keep fighting.


I wrote this poem because I'm the type of person who likes to avoid and ignore my problems, which is understandable (given my situation) and unhealthy at the same time. I've been to doctor rooms and appointments many a time. This is my story.


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