I don’t really read poetry… but this is the first poem to be submitted as a story to codeblog and I actually kind of liked it. Richard Greenall writes:
Mine is not a story as such but a poem about a woman I cared for on m general ITU who had suffered lung trauma after smoke inhalation.
Weariness, like a wave,
Cascading through my head.
Causing thoughts, too deep to voice,
To be thrown up deep inside.
Awake! A cold rush of air to the lungs,
Feels good to breathe,
In… and out. In…. and out.
So easy, calm… effortless.
Beside me she lies there still,
Looks calm – thoughts racing inside.
What has life come to?
A monitor and peering eyes.
If she could talk, what would she say?
Will I get through this day?
The power of life, the call of success
Would make my answer, a sure yes.
Copyright Richard Greenall 2007