histórias de Mhawareness

Just some poetry about my feelings

I slowly open my eyes, and these bright lights are glaring at me. I still feel groggy. I look at the edge of my feet, and I see this guy writing his notes. I can hear him murmur, "she will wake up soon." Everyone is busy running back and forth. I cannot utter a word nor even know why I am here. What in the world happened? Why am I here? I could only stare at the walls while I am clothed in a blue and white gown. My feet are feeling cold, and all I have is a pillow. Suddenly, I feel uncertainty-the cold running down my spine, the goosebumps all over my body. What have I done? I asked myself. But I could not remember. My eyes are starting to close again. I want to stay awake, but I could not. And suddenly, there is darkness.