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Hospital Bed
3am and
your
hospital bed creaks
it's like forks scraping plates to me
You wail in pain,
another severe muscle spasm
the cry echoes off my ceiling
I turn the other way
face the wall
and stare
but you don't go away.
or relent.
I come down and straighten your
legs for you
because you can't do it
you can't do anything
except lie in bed and wait
wait to sleep. Or eat. Or piss. Or die
I wait too.
I feel guilty,
dirty as sin, when I pray for it
late at night
praying to wake up one
morning
and hear nothing
but the silence of my freedom
the hardest thing in the
the hardest thing in the entire world is to watch those we love suffer...it wears on us like water on rock....you've become a river with mud and clear water a like...and rivers, my dear, are beautiful things...
Much Love
Ashley
Somehow this post brought to my mind many past memories
in line with the post.I can't call it nice but oh well it spoke of stark reality.I was thinking about all those people who had to be hosptalized and some terminally ill. The near & dears try to keep them happy. It takes lots of guts to attend to a sick person in a hospital. Be happy. God bless.
©bishu