From this bed, struggle to move, a fight to be brave
too close a shave, hospital bed for a grave
body aches, tubes keep me fed, in a state of dread
so I lay, sleep, wake, watch the ceiling overhead
Leave dignity at the door, all help is needed
feel I have took a beating, all the warnings unheeded
so stressed, too much time in your own head
struggle to get dressed, when you are chained to the bed
Seems dreamlike, sequences all out of sync with me, confusion
feel delusional, days and weeks just an illusion
my drugged brain, in this psychedelic joyride
the real world and my dreams collide, I'm scared I confide
This bed, now less a grave, a memory, a warning light
swam almost too far to get back to shore that night
Stood at deaths door, all bled out, with my glass in hand
he took my drink poured it away, said take a stand
My bed, I lay, smile more, body aches less each day
nurse gives a belief, the pain will go away
the fears washed over, like the tide had come in
start again, find the strength within to face the world and win
Thanks for reading. Peace and Love.
Kyle.
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