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.