Corridor

[Jerrybaldy]

The trolley wheels are in a skid,
I am leaking
fluids of all colours,
this must be it.
Masked mouths are quoting numbers.
Tubular lights guide me home
failing aircon,
fat people in tracksuits,
the bereaved
the scared
the scarred,
take hot chocolate
vended in polystyrene,
as I glide by
thinking
this must be it.
I have breath to release
but it's not about to go.
I am scared,
old and scared.
It seems I never left fear behind.
I would have swore
I was fearless.
Defacation,
this must be it,
I am ready.
I slip away,
screaming like a newborn baby.

[Delta40]

Jerry, I lay flat on my back on that trolley as the fluorescent lights flickered in the chaos of staff and patients. i tried to grab a hot chocolate before I lost control.....

You are one of the best poets on Lit-Net!

(apparently i have a crush on you!)

[deryk]

Public transportation systems are great places to die anonymously. I love the impressions here.

[MorpheusSandman]

I love that "It seems I never left fear behind" line, and the end vividly reminded me of King Lear. An astounding piece, Jerry.

[everyadventure]

I guess you did not go gentle into that good night.

[Jerrybaldy]

Delta. I was pleased you were quite rightly mentally placed in a hospital on a trolley, you can never be sure when writing how candid you are being, as you know.

Thanks Deryk. I suppose it is a transportation system :)

Thanks for the 'astounding' MS. Your comment made me think I 'did good'.

Thanks Misadventure. Your comment led me to re-read Mr Thomas.

Jerry