The morning light is a different colour
And the air is different too.
People here are mostly old
And not as able bodied.
It was daunting at first
To be asked by a nurse if I needed
A walking aid!  I feel as though
I might dissolve into this soup
And become the newest
Common denominator to be
Fed, watered, weighed, drugged
And/or whatever comes next.
It is not a holiday. Life isn't either.
I keep telling myself that
Over and over again....
Usually just before I nod off
To sleep again... where I can
Speak with some strange and
Wonderful travel companions
In Hypnagogia's la la land.



© Griffonner 2023



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Written on 2023-12-01 at 16:32

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Get well soon! A beautiful write

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Beautiful. Finding wonder in daunting circumstances is so powerfully human

Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
ha ha
i loved the way how you say it. at one point of time, i used to be in and out of hospital pretty frequently and for long periods and that too in some faraway town from home. But i was so young and naive then. Its only in retrospect that i can think how it was but still i dont dwell.
Thank you for this poem. Please be there, Allen and keep writing such beautiful poems.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this is a great poem, and a tough, tough subject ~

wishing you well ~~~

Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Hospital days life amongst the bedpans,
Drug induced weekends to give the nurses days off.
As Maurice chevalier would say,
"Ah yes I remember it well".

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
You've done a great job of describing hospital life, Allen. It's strange, alienating, idle, but not relaxing, and then there's the opiate-induced delirium.

Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm not often hospitalized, but was in 2018, when a horse got a little bit too engaged and threw me off, which is when I broke my back badly - and I recall my feelings and thoughts in the hospital, after the air transport to Umeň University Hospital. It is similar to your sentiments here. I'm glad you're back with your texts!