Exeter Hospital Ode

Written to cope with my anxiety

Exeter Hospital Ode

The hum is constant, a low, deep echoing of pulse beats,
Through walls so white, where thoughts become numb as I am scared no one believes a a word I say,
A plastic band, with my number to be part of the matrix
A name, a date, registered, wearing a white band wondering if I use it I can get my shopping for free,
All I know this bed isn't mine,
A sterile sheet, a sterile ward ,staff do their best,

Fluorescent glare, a buzzing drone,
Voices drift, a foreign tone.
Footsteps hurried, and squeaking wheels of the hospital go around
What is real? And what do I feel?
Beyond the ache, a fog descends,
On every thought, confusion lends
Its pale, soft shroud.

Who are these faces, kind but strange?
Each question asked, a distant range.
My words feel thick, a clumsy sound,
Lost in a haze, profoundly drowned.
The clock on the wall, a ticking blur,
Is this today? Or yesterday, sir?
A fragmented world, a broken view.

Attached to a wires and a longer one to move around like some anxious puppy on a lead,worried I may have stopped the machine in it's track of recording,why is always me ,

Paranoid thoughts run abound no one will understand
A giant swab digging into my nose but finding no gold,

To wake me up from this surreal sense of mind
To find again my own time, my space.
But stillness holds, a chilling grip,
And consciousness begins to slip,
Lost in the strange, hospital deep.
Ready to go home when get all clear but unsure if it be maybe tomorrow or run into more days,
Hip Hip Hooray