10/30 | Suture | National Poetry Month 2018

there was sleep
it has always been there
this is not the first time.

20 straight hours
four more to go
and then it is a new day.

days, nights, afternoons
all muffled in his mind
same goes with many other things

somewhere he was losing
somewhere he was gaining
the idea of time

he was awake now,
he will start sleeping soon
then time no more matters

20 straight hours and
four more to go…
ok its done.. almost
four more to go
four…. more……

the nurse wipes the sweat
from his face as he starts to suture
he is always awake
and he is not losing
to this one…. not today!!!

Categories: Poetry

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