Monday, February 22, 2016
The Time Is Coming?
Walk down the hall to emergency unit
Smile to the doctor over the white sheet
Urged to monitor overnight
Oh my God what's not right?
The next morning couldn't move and talk
Four cables decorated my body
Cough rocked my body hard
Pipe in and out of my mouth
Until the fourth day the graphics down turn
If the fifth day the graphics not going up
It is the end of time
For the brain stem attack
The bells, graphics, multi color lamps blinking
Nurses rush in and out put up the ring
Back pain, couldn't move for a weak
It is the end of time?
Thanks God to allowed me breathing
Thanks my family for endless loving
Thanks friends for sincere praying
God extended tree years of living
Topic(s) of this poem: sickness