spinal fusion
confusion
delusions
suffocation
from the sedation
needles and medications
distorted faces shaken
blades deepen into my skin
metal wires and rods therein
darkness and distress
lying here naked and unrest
strapped to machines beeping
connected to wires and bleeding
like optical illusions
this feels like an intrusion;
a clean incision tracing my flesh
is this my birth or my death
holding on to my pink umbrella
a lifetime of untrue stigmas
feeling very much dead
but this corpse is still breathing
my mouth is shut
but i'm still screaming
the pain is numbed
but the sounds; excruciating
wake me even though i'm not sleeping
wake me up from this nightmare i'm feeling
wake me from the darkness reeling
struck by a wartime lottery
like spinning an unwanted pottery
infected by a paralytic disease
like a fabric blowing in the breeze
like winning a pot of gold
this is my morse code
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