I think I'll get out of bed today I'm sick of laying here day after day with no one to come with nothing to say the nurses will help me as long as I pay
The ceiling is boring I've seen it before nothing on TV except blood and gore the classical music is getting me sick I really need something to give me a kick
How did I wind up in this hospital bed surely I must have been out of my head They tell me the other guy wound up dead I kinda wish it was me instead
I never meant to hurt anybody I only wanted to impress that hottie you know the one with a black miniskirt God my head is starting to hurt
Maybe I'll wait til tomorrow to get out of bed maybe by then I'll be clear in my head being in here sure seems insane I only wish I could remember my name
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
This poem is about a guy who doesn't know the where, what, how, when, or why of his current situation. His basic concern is for his own comfort.
i know or i am sure there are cases in real life like this but you know i can't say i feel sad for this person if he/she spent the night drinking and over drank himself that is trouble to begin with that person just brings his/her own conflict upon one's self. only way i can feel sad is if one gets hurt because of anothers drunken behavior. did really enjoyed the flow, well penned writing. kickit.
His basic concern may be more than just remembering his name, quite possible. Truly speaking, his state of mind does remind us of the very similar questions we ask ourselves: waiting and hoping for tomorrow for our head to get clear, for our life to acquire some meaning. Thank you.
Thank you all for your wonderful words of appreciation, they mean a lot to me. You never know if your efforts will be met with scorn or praise. It's like falling in love, you put yourself out there and risk rejection. To paraphrase Erica Jong... "if you don't risk anything, you risk even more."
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