At least I had a good sleep
But toward morning
When they brought Ol’Moaner in
I woke and only recalled my
Excellent sleep
After I tested my self-love
That magically worked again –
Day seven!
Then I sensed that Ana had
Visited me again.
Morning’s toilette was such
A pleasure again
Most of my skin relaxed
Only my coccyx still hurt
When I touched it.
The process of healing is
A see-saw road.
Lore prides himself telling
His Adventure stories and
His way of becoming
A camera man.
Ol’ Bear grunts with his
snoring
Lying like a well fed walrus.
Delicate Mr.E remains tough
Meeting his hindrances
Face on but doubting that
His sad existing has sense
At all to stay alive.
The nurses calm him down.
The Polish baker astonishingly
Resolute
But an ox like nature as it seems
Runs in his family
Judging on his visiting relatives.
Another day for me reading
In Camus’ diaries
Drawing intuitively with
Ballpoint pens on paper.
Interesting and disturbing.
Probably my last day at the
LK KOR Room Number eight.
Will hear the visiting doc’s
Opinion about me.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.