The year in a day

The sunburnt kisses of the wind, as I hit the curb.

The hand that helped me was tender, and loving.



I cut my hand, my head hurt.

As I entered the room, I wore nothing but my nightie.



Alone and Scared.

But as I awoke, the drugs took over.

I was my only saviour.



The nurse entered the room,

we walked down the strip of cold,

that lay at my feet.



Turn left. The handle was untouchable,

I looked down,

as I shovelled the food in my mouth,

Hatrid came upon me.



I had saved myself,

when I could have saved another.

I turned to look at the light that lay above the openning,

Dismay! I left the room,

but the feeling is still with me.