Dec 13
poem 0 comments challenge: Lost

Waking Up

My eyes open
Slowly adjusting to the harsh light.
My head aches
Beeps fill the air.
People are huddled in groups
Talking in hushed voices.
I try to move but I can't.
My body won't do what I want it to do.
Long brown hair falls over my shoulder.
The woman besides my bed gives a shriek of surprise.
Ohhh.. Lania!
She reaches over and gives me a hug.
That's not my name.
My name is...
What is my name?
I can't remember.
It is sitting on the tip of my tongue waiting to be poured out.
I want to ask how I got here,
But I can't.
I can't do anything.
I am just a shell.
A nurse bustles over and explains that I was in a car accident.
Her memory might be empty, but hopefully she will regain it.
I wish I knew what was going on around me.
My body is useless and unreconizable.
Too much work.
I'll figure this out later.
I close my eyes again and fall asleep
To the beep of machines.
About the Author: LadyMidnight
"There is nothing to writing. All you have to do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." - Ernest Hemmingway