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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

Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019

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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 Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply 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!