Now My Demons Gone But Not Me Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

NOW THEY FOUND ME HERE ON THE FLOOR
STEPPING OVER THE MY BLOOD
WHEN THEY CAME THROUGH THE DOOR
AND FEELING A FAINT PULSE
WHILE THEY CARRY ME OUT.
NOW I OPEN MY EYES AND WHAT A SURPISE
WITH TUBES RUNNING INSIDE
AND OUTSIDE OF ME
OH WHAT A SIGHT TO SEE.
BECAUSE I COULDN'T SPEAK I'M ON A VENT
AND FEELING SO WEAK
WITH THE CURTAIN CLOSE
FEELING LIKE I'M IN A TENT.
NOW WITH THE NURSES COMING IN AND OUT
ASKING ME QUESTIONS ABOUT
TO EASE THERE DOUBTS
OF WHY I DID WHAT I DID
TO MY SELF THAT ONE NIGHT.
NOW I TRY WRITING IT
BUT MY HANDWRITING
DIDN'T TURN OUT RIGHT.
NOW MONTHS TO A YEAR IN ICU
WITH A LOT OF INSIDE FEARS
THAT WERE COMING TRUE
ALONG WITH THE MY HIDDEN TEARS
SO NONE WOULD SEE.
BUT DEEP DOWN I'M HAPPY TO LIVE
WITH OUT MY DEMONS INSIDE OF ME.