My Five Senses
Darkness. Total and irrevocable.
But I was alive.
I cannot hear. Whispers, mumbling
Information was just absent.
Still, I could not use my sight.
Someone touched my hand.
Warm but indifferent
Fiddling with some stand.
Hospital’s nasty smells.
A pipe was in my arm.
Someone adjusted it.
She spoke with some charm.
The total of my present life,
I could hear, I could feel.
But no sight, no speech
I could smell, but no meal.
I yearned for something sweet,
My tongue tasted like powdered wheat.
Was I stuck in some groove?
Deep coma, someone said.
Should we switch him off?
So I’m to die? A tear fell.
It was all right for him to scoff.
I felt coming to some cough.
Right there, deep in my throat.
I opened my eyes and slightly lifted my hand.
I will not let them sink my boat.
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