Overhead light
Never goes out,
hours quake slowly by.
Across the eeiry clockface,
A slow shadow looms;
Ticking hands of doom.
Show minutes consumed,
never hours,
merely witness
to monumentous
Monotonous
moments, entombed.
Nightmares swirl in
During the low
hours of doubt,
Like sand blowing
Across the desert of time.
Alien bursts from
stomach ache wounds
To take over the ward,
Anxious shouts heard
from terrified lungs
Fear explodes
Clouded by worry
sung so loud.
a beeping flurry
alarming dawn chorus.
As the sounds
of the morphine nights
Fade merrily from us.
I hear the traffic
passing outside,
Then silence
the outside devoured in a bite,
and it's all
Bringing me down.
The sounds
ringing around,
the visions
stalking the ground,
footsteps that pound
Prowling the corridor
so loud,
but no one appears.
No figure peers, just
an invisible witness
to my tears?
Or a ghost
merely visiting?
