Bruised, battered and blue, hope gave way to gloom doomed, long way from home, alone in this waiting room a shadow man, a stony grimace, the skeletal hand death stands, in this cold unpleasant land
Stomach hurts, swollen feet, blood flows free no control of my faculties, can barely see mouths speak, sound out of sync lay here on the brink
A rush, pushed, pulled, room to think could really use a drink, start to sink the colour leaves as the darkness descends brain closing down, feels like the end
Awake, a break, the room still grey, smells of bleach wish this was a beach, the pain clings on like a leach cant get released, too far to turn back lips crack, hurt like Ive been tortured on the rack
Floating, flowing, freedom, flying higher feels less dire, has my body called a ceasefire rooms start making sense, no longer out of focus colour comes back a day at a time I noticed
Smiles, hugs, hands held tight heart feels light, surrounded by love, not fright a step on the journey, feet feel weak been here for weeks, but can now find the life I seek
Thanks for reading,
Peace & Love.