Trapped in your Lazarus’ cage, <br />you shake the bars of your rage <br />and hiss and curse <br />the nurse <br />the drip <br />and me <br />sitting beside you <br />helpless, but not helping - <br />‘Allow me a vestige of independence please? ’ <br /> <br />Your good side claws at the sheet, <br />your frog voice struggles <br />to spit <br />the venom <br />that once flowed so effortlessly. <br />‘No! No! No! <br />Jesus F-cking Christ! ! ! ’ <br /> <br />Then suddenly <br />you are asleep again - <br />the deep sleep of the stroke dead <br /> <br />And I ache to wake you.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jerry-s-journey-beyond-intensive-care/
