Poetry Diaries 1: Nepenthe

41. Hospital Stay

Rolling across the dark road
Shaking like an earthquake
A crashing sound against a tree
All of these had seemed fake

A dream, a fleeting nightmare
Something only temporary
It's enough to cause worry
But at least I'm not in the obituary

The throbbing pain in my head
Wrapped around in bandages
Quadriplegic on the bed
Or strolled around to passages

//Hospital Stay
Eririn