Joy Reeves Poet Free verse

Bleak

It was one of those days again. 
A spoon full of syrup, 
Another needle, 
Sugary sweet. 
Crimson blood, 
White sheets. 
Repent your sins, 
Take a breath, 
For it may be your last. 
White walls, 
Bleach and latex gloves, 
“Stop shaking,” They say, 
“It’ll be over in a second.” 
No pain, 
Mindless abyss. 
Hospital gowns, 
Sweaty brows. 
Back stiff against the metal table.
Syringes full of my life. 
Drip, drip, drip. 
Just breathe, 
Take a breath. 
Discarded plastic cups, 
Fluttering papers held by the clamp of metal. 
The clicking of computer keys. 
Swallow, 
Choke, 
Eyes full of tears. 
Yes, 
It was indeed one of those days again.

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Camila Encarnacion June 18, 2023 at 10:11 PM Very moving poem , I think I know about that situation . When a poem is read and flows in your blood immediately the author has reached purpose . Get better soon .