Holding
an invisible
deck of cards,
he shuffles and deals
to no one. To someone?
To someone only he can see?
He rambles incoherently then laughs,
nearly shouts, while regurgitating war stories
still vivid in his confused mind. A broken record—
these life stories. He reaches to grab
a card, then yells, “We need beer!”
Tugging on his oxygen mask,
he fights the tangle of tubes
that hum and buzz
and keep him
in the game.
talya
Musical Pairing:
Give him my love. So sad. B.
It is. But it’s life.
Hey, he is seeing it in color!
Not sure what he sees, but he sees something:))
In his world, he is happy. It’s hardest on those living outside his dream world. I’ll keep all of you in my thoughts and prayers. Also, this is an awesome piece of writing.
Yes I love it when he laughs. Could be alot worse!
Awesome piece of observing, feeling and writing.
Thanks Pat! I’m counting down to HP!!! xo
Wonderful poem.
Thank you:))