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Frosted Glass

Poetry By: PurpleDream19

This is another of my attempts at free verse. It is set in a hospital where a patient is regaining consciousness. I have tried to uses senses and make it as vivid as possible.

Submitted:Apr 24, 2012    Reads: 19    Comments: 8    Likes: 2   

Hear the gushing sound of a sea shell.

The sea rising and falling as

You precariously float,

In and out of consciousness,

Gradually gaining clarity.

Hear the urgent muttering of voices,

Anxious but not wanting to be heard.

The sounds slowly separate

Into individual distinguishable personalities.

They are disturbingly familiar,

Yet unfamiliar too.

Your nerves are tingling and

You feel achy all over.

With effort you flex your fingers and

Register the soft and silky texture of the

Bed sheets beneath your fingertips.

Now breathe deeply.

Try and release the tension.

Inhale the sickly sweet scent of bleach

Accompanied by the lingering alcoholic aroma

Clinging to and stinging your nostrils.

You slowly lift your heavy eyelids and

Gasp. Your vision is foggy and fuzzy shapes are

Merging together, causing claustrophobia.

It's as if you're looking through frosted glass.


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