I'm not a poet but I could think of no other way to get the feeling and emotion across. If you don't like it, give me time and I'll get better. Here it goes.
-P.
Dropped in a flash. What's going on?
Sharp needles in. Big monitors on. Menacing machines standing by.
But no one seems to know why.
Test here and test there and all I can do is watch the colorless overhead lights floating by.
"We don't know but we will give you a room and yes you may get out soon." She says leaving.
At least I can see spring green and not a cloud in the sky.
Light and hope fade as spring green turns dark, darker and darkest. And no news becomes good news?
Dark black now and hope left with the sun. I sit silently with the ping of the machine and a cold drip drip drip inside.
"Always darkest before the dawn."
Home now writing poems and getting on.
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