Out of Time

I'm in the ICU
I think somewhere in Cincinnati
a city I do not know that well.

I'm hooked up to tubes and machines
they buzz and beep regularly.
I think it must be nighttime
there are no windows
but the shadows are deep.

Suddenly the machines start screaming
rushing feet hurry near.
Silence crashes into silence.

A day later
I am at home making plans
for the trip to the hospital
as if nothing yet had happened
and nobody died.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Willason Avatar
May 5, 2023 at 3:48 PM
Chilling poem, carried with all your usual skill. The gravity of the situation almost a sub plot to the noise of machines, life's routines. Stops one in the glare of a single thought.
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