I went in through the door blind, <br />with only a cane white tip ed, shivering <br />in the warmth of the hurricane. <br />The many layered windows, <br />catch the dreams as steam <br />between each rush of rain that is blown <br />through the screen.. <br />I swell in fear as the nurse buttons my flap. <br />She tells me to follow her, <br />as she grabs the cane in a hurry, <br />she rushes me through waves of ever clear. <br />She leads me to a room, even warmer than the air, <br />where it seems i lay for weeks, growing weaker. <br />I can not see, <br />who keeps changing the bag, <br />that hangs in the air that is filled with fluids, ...eye vies..<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-long-moment/
