Bleep, bleep, with eyes closed I can hear
Bleep, bleep, I open my eyes and stare
Last I remember was my own room in cheer
And now a white room all around I fear
I had a cough, a stuffy nose too
But very sick I had not a clue
Now as I look with sight too clear
I'm in a white room and full of fear
It's happened before, I'd be feeling blue
Just a little cold or touch of the flu
Then next I know germs kick in high gear
In a white room seems like a full year
Each time it's happened it's always the same
By now you would think I would know the game
I've tried to live life with smile and cheer
But I hate the white room, I hate it here
It's all pings, whorls and bleeps
Hour after hour it gives me the creeps
There is no one here to call me dear
Alone in my white room, that's certainly clear
Wish the bright lights could please be dimmed
Haven't seen mom, she's lost in the wind
I'm sad and scared, will no one appear
In my white room while dad has a beer
So alone I feel while nurses smile
Afraid and deserted, I must be vile
My heart feels like a big big bloody smear
Alone in my white room with no love to hear
Darlene Walsh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-white-room/
