These white walls that surround me
The foot steps, wheels rolling on the tile floor, machines beeping
patients coughing, groaning in pain, complaining.
I'm aware of where I am but I can't open my eyes
What's going on? What's happening? My breathing slows and I know–
I'm looking down at myself, realizing that I'm gone.
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Fragmented Dreams
PoetryJust poetry that I write, some can be triggering and or sensitive. Comments/Feedback is much appreciated! **Find on FB too! https://www.facebook.com/FragmentedDreams/?ref=hl
