ON AND ON ....AND ON

This bed is too damn hard

My back hurts

I’m still breathing “normally”

Thanks to the respirator

And all the other gadgets

Keeping the old ticker going

The beeps telling me I’m still here, alive

 

Listen, I can’t speak

Dab my lips with that wet sponge

My mouth is dry, my throat itchy

Want to pull out that tube

But that would mean death

Now would that be worse?

 

Don’t touch me there, you crazy woman!

Don’t look at me like that, you silly intern!

Am not some pathological sample under your microscope

Don’t crowd around me, point at me,

Discuss me like I’m not even here

Talk to me! I am not brain-dead yet

Give me back my dignity

 

Call the doctor, I have something to ask her

But hey listen! I can’t speak

Do you people know what you are doing?

Are you sure?

I’m not feeling any better you know

Am I being a nuisance? Good!

Cos, you’re bugging me too!

 

Am cold, turn down the air conditioning

Or turn up the heat

Or just give me a hot water bag

Or my old cotton quilt

Or better still, a warm hug

 

Hey there! Listen, I can’t speak

With this tube in my mouth!

It hurts when I try

I can’t lift this hand to gesticulate

There’s that needle stuck there

In my vein

My other hand just went to sleep

 

Where is everyone? Hello?

Have you all given up on me?

Doesn’t anyone care anymore?

I’m still here, haven’t left yet

Come back, for heaven’s sake

 

You want me to be nice?

I’ll try, but I don’t promise

I hurt too much…am scared

Can’t think of anything nice

Right now

 

Hold my hand, talk to me

Am awake, not really asleep

Tell me what you did today

And what did the doctor say?

How much longer????

 

Will it hurt when I go?

When I stop breathing will I know?

Will my mind switch off first

Or my body?

Have they figured that out yet?

Will my whole life flash before me?

Tell me, will I just cease to be?

Or is there something beyond this reality?

 

Another realm where I’ll suddenly find myself

Floating on a cloud or walking on water

Will there be angels? Those good looking ones?

Now there’s a nice thought!

Or will I go straight to hell?

I know what I deserve, but all the same..

 

I’m still breathing, the machines work!

Hey listen, I can’t speak…

The beeps are getting to me now

Just turn those things off …

Let me go...

~Swati Chandran~

 

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