Ward
Warmth in cold
and in a mix of darken lightbulbs
and sterile air.
I can’t believe I’m here
wearing these robes of tacky green.
I try and keep focus
that this is to help me.
Everyone says how brave and strong
my empty husk of humanity is.
But if I didn’t make this call,
I would have died
from my own cerebral venom,
“I am a burden.”
A failure of what a human is.
I hope when I see
sunlight outside these
hospitalized catacombs,
I can breathe
without fear.
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