Sitting here in hospital,
Alone in my room,
Apart from the nurses,
Coming in and out,
For obs or medication,
Everytime they ask,
'Whats your date of birth,
And your address please',
In return i say,
'9/2/92 3 Horton Avenue',
They do what the need to do,
And have a chat and go.
When they go,
I'm back on my own,
I try and find something to do,
Like draw an ill lady a picture,
And write her a poem,
I also do criss cross's,
And draw and write,
Apart from that it is boring,
Until visitors come to see me,
Between 2-4 and 6-8
wrote while in hospital after a operation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem