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Hospital Forest Prickling Me

Hospital forest pricking me not so lightly Owlish creatures staring at me Not as a person but a body One they knew they could not save But they needed for experimenting I flinched whenever I saw them Knowing their intent was to pretend They were not there to hurt me Devil's Minions Doing his work, evil in their hearts. Just one little pinch, they would lie Hoping I would hate them Not to worry, I did, as they took parts of me daily Sleeping here was impossible Whirring machines, laughter of nurses who had no one to speak to in the day time Sleep interruption an hourly thing Here is a new one Waking me up out of a sound sleep Devil's they are Heathens Infidels. Hospital forest. Where the Evil ones lurk

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Hilo Poet

Date: 5/15/2019 7:24:00 PM

Prickling things tempts to put our words into submission, nonetheless, it's a beauty Caren, Aloha wk

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/15/2019 11:33:00 PM

Thank you William. Aloha back!

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 5/15/2019 7:10:00 AM

I can certainly identify with the pitfalls of trying to sleep in the hospital, especially being in a lot of pain. You nailed this one Caren! : ) xxoo

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/15/2019 7:33:00 AM

Thank you Connie. There are so many loving people there but why a nurse would wake me up out of a sound sleep at midnight to introduce herself to me AFTER I finally fell asleep after two days of no sleep at all was an anomaly to me!