Four days
In that bed
Four days
Of questions
Of tests
Phone calls never came
Not a single person came
I laid there alone
Day in and day out
The nurses kept me company
They told me I was beautiful
And strong
And better than this
I wanted to believe them
But how could I?
I felt useless
But something was different now
Some part of me felt closed off
Like I had finally moved out of a fog
And after those four days
I figured it out
I hadn't thought of you
For four days
Ha! I had beaten you
The monster had died
In a sea of pills
And booze
I had slain the thing
That controlled my mind
It only took
Four days
After that three days
I hat they called
Behavioral rehab
Breakfast
Group
Snack
Group
Lunch
Gym
Snack
Naps
Dinner
Group
Snack
Bed
Three days
YOU ARE READING
Dreaming
PoetryLove can make you feel like you're dreaming, but what happens when that love dies? When you are left still burning for that person? How do you pick up the pieces? Is it really worth the pain?
