White hot lights
interrogate my-
interrupted brain
Thorazine tamed,
now machines
speak
for me
Single file,
a stranger parade-
injecting me
breathing for me
watching me
When did I fall through
the looking glass-
drip...drip...drip
trip....trip...trip
death dressed
as a mad hatter
Questions-
now without answers
lying blindsided by confusion
a symphony of beeps
now a requiem to silence
I can no longer-
explain myself
See, these mad
doctors have
stolen my
flatlining brain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A typical hospital scene through the glassy eyes of a morphine pump. Whoosh! Killing the pain and the brain. Depressingly excellent write.