Shattered
Cold steel, naked under a gown, waiting
for a block. Drugs course in as my mind wanders
in and out of sanity. Ankle swollen, but free
from its prison of gauze. The needle enters my leg,
"A tiny bee sting" ya right. I begin to pray.
Lacrosse at stake, and a long recovery in store.
Eyes creak open, handed crutches, no energy in store
forced to walk. Once independent, now waiting
for me is common. Stop staring I pray,
know they are looking, see their eyes wander.
A block seems a mile with only one functional leg.
Hard work in store it isn’t going to be free.
Setting up base camp in a lazy boy from chores I'm free.
Laptop, iPod, remote, phone, and controller all stored
close by my side. Being braced with pillows to prop my leg.
My block will soon wear off, the pain is patiently waiting.
It's supposed to be unbearable, I sit, not able to wander
Click, Rush, Throb, Melting Pain, Bone Screws, Drills, Ache, I pray.
2:00 A.M., my help is sleeping, no one to hear, to stubborn to call for aid, I pray
for the light of day. 2:30 A.M., crawl, cold wood floor, for pills that can free
me from this hell. Sleep unable to consume, thoughts wander.
Salvation will come, not capable of keeping my tears in store,
Tears streaming as the meds begin to do their job. I am waiting,
for the pain to cease, and the painful hell to release its grasp from my leg.
Empty stomach, drugs wage war, grenades drop in my stomach, my leg
is no longer a problem. The fracture is winning I am merely its prey.
Base camp relocated, lay on linoleum, hugging porcelain, waiting.
Waiting for the emptiness trying to break free.
Not able to eat, not able to move, no energy in store.
Drifting into painful sleep, in dreams I gorge and barefoot wander.
Back to my chair I make promises of wandering
to my a defeated foot. Dr’s orders no pain pills. My leg
keeps rhythm. Pills brought in from the drug store
mock me from a nearby table. I can’t do this I pray
for a way out. I long for a chance to be free.
Minute by minute, throb by throb, I am waiting.
I will never regret the simple wandering. I pray,
but I know my leg will never be the same, never free.
There will be hard work in store, until then I am waiting.
for a block. Drugs course in as my mind wanders
in and out of sanity. Ankle swollen, but free
from its prison of gauze. The needle enters my leg,
"A tiny bee sting" ya right. I begin to pray.
Lacrosse at stake, and a long recovery in store.
Eyes creak open, handed crutches, no energy in store
forced to walk. Once independent, now waiting
for me is common. Stop staring I pray,
know they are looking, see their eyes wander.
A block seems a mile with only one functional leg.
Hard work in store it isn’t going to be free.
Setting up base camp in a lazy boy from chores I'm free.
Laptop, iPod, remote, phone, and controller all stored
close by my side. Being braced with pillows to prop my leg.
My block will soon wear off, the pain is patiently waiting.
It's supposed to be unbearable, I sit, not able to wander
Click, Rush, Throb, Melting Pain, Bone Screws, Drills, Ache, I pray.
2:00 A.M., my help is sleeping, no one to hear, to stubborn to call for aid, I pray
for the light of day. 2:30 A.M., crawl, cold wood floor, for pills that can free
me from this hell. Sleep unable to consume, thoughts wander.
Salvation will come, not capable of keeping my tears in store,
Tears streaming as the meds begin to do their job. I am waiting,
for the pain to cease, and the painful hell to release its grasp from my leg.
Empty stomach, drugs wage war, grenades drop in my stomach, my leg
is no longer a problem. The fracture is winning I am merely its prey.
Base camp relocated, lay on linoleum, hugging porcelain, waiting.
Waiting for the emptiness trying to break free.
Not able to eat, not able to move, no energy in store.
Drifting into painful sleep, in dreams I gorge and barefoot wander.
Back to my chair I make promises of wandering
to my a defeated foot. Dr’s orders no pain pills. My leg
keeps rhythm. Pills brought in from the drug store
mock me from a nearby table. I can’t do this I pray
for a way out. I long for a chance to be free.
Minute by minute, throb by throb, I am waiting.
I will never regret the simple wandering. I pray,
but I know my leg will never be the same, never free.
There will be hard work in store, until then I am waiting.
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