Awoke

 

I awoke

in a strange bed,

in a strange place.

A bubble over my head.

Oxygen fed; my vitals were low.

I was lucky 

I wasn't dead.

 

I awoke

so many times,

always a blur,

never any clear outlines.

I heard voices, talking,

papers rustling, machines beeping,

screams echoing.

Then I was back sleeping

dreaming.

 

I awoke

to strangers’ hands

washing me down.

Shame 

filled my mind,

but I was bed bound

and tubes 

were protruding

from any place 

they could find .

 

I awoke,

chapped lips,

sore throat.

Voice barely a croak.

Nil by mouth.

The sign spoke.

 

I awoke

to the same nurses,

building my strength up

a little each day.

Cleaning my mess.

Comforting

when I was distressed

and they came to me

when I was on my feet

about to leave

and congratulated me.

 

I'd like to say.

that whatever

those nurses want

the government

should pay.

It will never be enough

for the work they do 

day by day. 

 

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