My blood is thin, my beat arise.
My mind a fog from gasoline
The needles feed my body lean.
On my pillow, lay your head
Alone I feel in my hospital bed.
I awake to beeping sounds
Moans and groans from patients around.
What gives this man authority
To sharpen his knife and open me?
I cannot sit, I cannot stand
Energy not to lift my hand.
A friend I've made in the bed across
Common language at our loss.
A trade of smiles keeps us near
Relieved I have a friend in here.
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