I can't live

[dibyendra]

I can't live. I just can't live
like this. Nightmares roils my sanity,
and the pain is chewing me inside mercilessly,
constantly. Oh! I just don't want to live like this.

Body is laden with the gnawing afflictions,
and just like the very eld being feels,
I feel like I'm lying pathetically
on the deathbed, and getting separated from my soul.

The white ceiling, where I'm staring,
there's nothing except the same fan,
spinning on and on, without feeling dizzy.
Ha! It has no feelings at all.

A white dressed doc arrived again
for a routine medication, and ready to pierce
that petrifying syringe, deep inside my veins,
to slow down the speed of pain.

The pouch of someone else's blood is trickling
inside my veins, and I'm forever debt to the saviour.
Drugs, and the only drugs, circulating inside me,
is killing my natural tendency and making me stoned.

Everyone near and dear surrounds me, touches me,
feels me, which gives me a sensation of being alive.
Then, I open my eyes and force a smile to solace everyone,
and whisper to them, "Hey, don't get worried. I'll be just fine."

[PrinceMyshkin]

The brave reassurance of that last line is what makes this poem!

[goldenrod]

Seen it all too often and in may guises. You capture the essence of a I.C.U. as I knew it!

goldenrod.

[qimissung]

Yes, I think you captured very well what it's like to be very ill. Well done.

[Pendragon]

Love it, Dibby! That last line, so hopeful and so what people expect one to say is the anchor for a fine piece of poetry! :thumbs_up