This General Hospital.

A Poem by Jess Holden

Poem about being hurt/broken.

Stuck in this four walled hell,
With no future escape,
This hospital grows more sterile each day I lay in this bed,
My body growing numb from lack of movement,
My brain slowing down,
What am I to do?
My life wasted away for many days,
Life passing me by,
Hope gone out the window,
No future in sight,
I might as well stay here,
All alone without a friend in sight.

They are all away from me,
Loving hands that never touch,
And beautiful eyes that can't see,
This is where I am:
I am where death cannot touch me,
Life is drained from my lips,
Yet my heart keeps a slow rhythm,
Just enough to sound out my next words,
Just enough to make me see the love I hate,
The love I wish sometimes never existed.

I hurt.

My muscles ache.

I'm in pain.

Can't somebody come and see me?

Make blind eyes see again?

Keep the cold away?