Your Poetry Dot Com - The Happening Part 2

Array ( [sid] => 184492 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Happening Part 2 [time] => 2017-09-14 00:33:17 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Now I am in the ICU in a bed that is to small
clock watching because I can get no sleep at all
listening to the various doctors talking bout why I bleed
and wondering why no one is talking to me

arms so swollen from all the blood they take
every time i dose off the vampire blood taker
slaps my hands until I wake
then looks surprised when I tell she is the one I hate

The next procedure is done all polyps are gone
whats that got to do with pnumonia I never will know
another middle eastern doctor is now poking me
and I am starting to get an attittude because I am not understanding whats happening

Back in a room and they are telling me
they do not know how I got Legionairres disease
and may never know what made me bleed
but that I should be happy that I can breathe

It has been 6 days finally a nurse ask would I like to wash up
that is all I can take and I say out loud wtf
and while you are at it clean the urine off the floor
where you left me standing when I told you I could not make it to the bathroom no more

The next couple of days I got better on my own
needed to leave this hospital of horrors I needed to be home
I guess I should be happy that I have survived
but it is oh so strange the stuff you remember
when bad things happen and you make it out alive. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 51 [topic] => 31 [informant] => unknown_utopia [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - The Happening Part 2

The Happening Part 2
Date: Thursday, 14th September 2017 @ 12:33:17 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: unknown_utopia

Now I am in the ICU in a bed that is to small
clock watching because I can get no sleep at all
listening to the various doctors talking bout why I bleed
and wondering why no one is talking to me

arms so swollen from all the blood they take
every time i dose off the vampire blood taker
slaps my hands until I wake
then looks surprised when I tell she is the one I hate

The next procedure is done all polyps are gone
whats that got to do with pnumonia I never will know
another middle eastern doctor is now poking me
and I am starting to get an attittude because I am not understanding whats happening

Back in a room and they are telling me
they do not know how I got Legionairres disease
and may never know what made me bleed
but that I should be happy that I can breathe

It has been 6 days finally a nurse ask would I like to wash up
that is all I can take and I say out loud wtf
and while you are at it clean the urine off the floor
where you left me standing when I told you I could not make it to the bathroom no more

The next couple of days I got better on my own
needed to leave this hospital of horrors I needed to be home
I guess I should be happy that I have survived
but it is oh so strange the stuff you remember
when bad things happen and you make it out alive.

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