A World Apart

The grass is getting long again at home, I guess,
But I can't tell for sure from here. The sun,
The television says, is warm, but I can't feel
Its heat. The throngs of people on the streets
Below have places they must go. I don't.
I'm in a hospital, a world apart from everything,
And time seems almost to have stopped,
In here, at least, though not out there, and that
Is why I'm sure the grass has grown.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-05-24 at 18:14

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
You are taking us on one of the most feared journeys we will ever take. I hope you get better soon. Even more, I hope this is one of your masterpieces at writing, and not reflecting on your life at all. Let's think of it as a dream ... a bad dream, but you will wake up back at home, asleep on your favorite chair.
Best wishes, my friend. Being in a hospital is a dreadful experience.

thos edw def The PoetBay support member heart!
I'd like to echo those wishes for good health. And also, the praise for your poems, which I am always glad to have read.

Love the way time stopping when in hospital is expressed!
Also love the contrast between the two lives!

Shannon Ann Britto The PoetBay support member heart!
Hope you feel better my friend or if this is a past experience you wrote about thank you for sharing your wonderful work. Keep writing!