helpless
lying in a gurney
rolling to the
who-knows-where
i always felt
younger
than all my years
staring at the
ceiling up there
radiology
was a theatre
spotlighting my
insides
for all to see and hear
part of a cure
that i wasn't sure of
but i didn't have
the heart
to fear
nor the brains
to figure out
what was left of my future.....
(bunnies)
The picture is terrific - in the original sense of terrifying; a terrible choice ;) "These are not the dust bunnies you are searching for" [i.e. - 'ashes to ashes']
ReplyDeleteor do I mean Playboy Bunnies? Playgirl?
Some brainy cove once remarked that all the world's a stage; including the operating theatre, apparently. All the best!
thanks... this is prompt from a mewe poetry group...i never would have picked this picture, and i was really trying not to mention bunnies, but it snuck out.
ReplyDeletethis is supposed to be a stream of consciousness poem, but i don't think i know how to do that yet....