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HOSPITAL NIGHT
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ABSTRACT POEMS
I wake up.
It is early, not late.
This, I really hate.
I lay in my bed.
All the thoughts in my head.
Holding me tight are wires.
I am really, this, beginning to tire.
Nurses come and go.
Can I get out.
Still no.
This night is so long.
So hard to be strong.
I can't get through. What am I going to do?
My roommate watches see, TV.
Sports,. Baseball, golf, hockey.
Why is this happening to me?
