Recovery Room, post-surgery 1992 Awaken belly on fire think, but I’m alive Memory washes the blow, the tree strike Feel for the buzzer sink back Nurse finally arrives More pain meds, please She frowns sneers I know the likes of you a drug seeker Just hit by a tree a moan Sorry, girlie, no more for you Groggy, blood clanging I don’t do drugs In pain She smirks, walks away
your "please"...her smirk...wonderful words, in spite of the horrid experience. there is poetry everywhere.
Gosh that sounds horrendous. Great little poem.