How funny it can be that
The doctors said that
I'm recovering and yet,
The nurse still gave me her
Very sympathetic look as she
Lay down the tray;
And as I go to sleep and
As my demons began to
Mess with my head and
Shout cruel things
At me;
Saying that
I'll be stuck in this
Pandemonium.
And how funny it can be that
This cruel hospital is not referred
To the pandemonium that
My demons kept whispering
At me that send me shivers.
YOU ARE READING
Abundance of poems;
ŞiirPerhaps writing poems is just my only escape that I could think of;
