At a Stroke
At a stroke
A mess of hair, slack jawed, reclining
One eye open looking at what?
Dishevelled sheets? a blank wall?
The grunts of a greeting or a memory
In a lost and bloodied brain?
The monitor flashes, a heartbeat blinks
A sign of the living?
Just one arm thrashes, shudders
Beckoning death or clutching at life?
The lone eye twitches, unfocused, searching
Back and forth, then and now?
No link to speech, or hearing, or touch
So how to convey feelings when images blur
Leaving three torn minds in limbo.
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