#1
never-ending pain
pushing behind my eyes, covered in
life-giving tubes; needles
clawing at me while I'm held down by
nurses and their painkiller hands
screaming until my throat bleeds
so agitated, all I want is to be
nestled comfortably, relaxed, in bed



[Kudos to the first person that notices how this poem works.]
It didn't take long to realise
The safest place was not her arms, but her eyes
Where she can't see you
For her gaze, it blisters;
Grey skin to cinders
#2
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#3
Wonderful piece of work.In this poem,it has been beautifully portrayed the pain of a common man and a patient.