Shuffling onwards
Clutching our drip stands
Hydrating wishes
And imaginations with
Future years.
Sometimes in the night
I hear screams
And anxious cries
and often sighs above
So few tears
But I cried once
silently in the darkness
suffocating
my woes
into a limp hospital pillow
In the morning
I was dry cheeked
and smiling
And my secret was safe.
