I close my eyes and find myself somewhere far away
I’m in a place I call
my land of make believe
No longer am I chained to bed
No more wires
No more needles
No more endless monotone beeping
beep...beep...beep
No more Doctors
No more Nurses
No more
“How’s the pain?”
“Your color is looking better”
“I know it hurts ***, but please…
Just try sleeping.”
In my land of make believe I am not sick
I am not on the brink of death
I’m not just another statistic on some random doctor's clipboard
I am me
The me before this disease
I am the me that only exists in my mind now
This me lives only in the crevices of my slowly decaying brain
The only thing that breaths this me to life
Is my imagination
For once I open my eyes
The only me I have
Is the one that lays weak
In this hospital bed
And even this me may not last much longer