Lost months in hospital wards,
oblivious, i slept, drugged and kept,
as you lived in fear, that death may visit here.
Rock bottom, took me, ground me down,
shook me, bled me , drained me,
Dreams took me, places unworldly, music it healed me,
in my soul a lifting, a feeling a meaning.
Too old to die young, to young to go so soon,
I floated, my hospital room, my hotel.
A long battle to come, a journey a dread, a tear slipped,
the start begins here, life without fear.
Thanks for reading.
kyle
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