Sickness

I Got Nothing… Really?

I posted the poem below in black text yesterday morning in a flurry of free-writing in the midst…

As I sit in muted silence The incessant ringing in my ear Thoughts of This and that Dissolve…

Wrapped in fatigue Strength a million miles away Trusting in my faith Dawns tomorrow a new day Fear…

He quickly dried himself and tossed the towel aside. Wrapping the soft white bath robe around his waist…

The following poem was written after spending the entire day at the hospital watching ‘life’ occurring all around…