Tubes, drains, papers. and pills

This is more than words
or four chords

it is not a rock song

it is not a dream

it is not a whisper
but an endless chatter

a hissing
of needles
smoke
and air

So tell me

is it
blood, sweat, tears
shit
or water

is it
tubes, drains, papers
pills
or blankets

that brought you here?

No

it is a machine beeping
clock ticking
heels sticking
to the floor
as you try to walk faster

i don't know if
it is more
than me
or you
or him

but one thing
i know for sure

it is not beautiful