Until You Can Come With Me I stand over you, Watching your chest rise And fall to the belabored hum of your ventilator. The machines beep in harmony to keep you alive, Although by looking at you, One would be easily mistaken by your appearance. Your rugged face brutally scarred and bruised Where flesh hit metal, glass, plastic. The tubes and lines branch from your body Skew the angelic glow Created by the white bedsheets that enshroud you. The smell you once held comforted, Your unique mix of Grey Flannel, booze and cigarettes Is now replaced by the repugnant odor Of sanitizer and medical supplies. But you are unaffected. Lying in your endless Sleep I watch over you. You are my guardian angel But who's there to catch you As you fall from grace. I will stand vigil over you I will I watch the machines struggle to keep you alive. The once comforting gaze Of your soft blue eyes Now haunts me As they stare at the bleached white ceiling above. But I can see the struggle behind those empty glass globes. Wanting to come back to us, To talk again, To see again, To live again. I know you can hear me, The beeping machines increase their pace As you try to swim to the surface Of the black jelly that encompasses you. The effort frustrates both of us; Your will to live And my desire to see you survive. But only you can do this. And I will stand here, Watching your chest Rise And fall To the belabored hum of the ventilator, I'm not leaving Until you can come with me.
Nicole Peloquin's Questions:
1)Are my visual images strong enough?
2)Does the statement that the smell once comforted confuse? Or does the eyes that once comforted?
3)Do I show and not tell the emotions and the hospital situation?
4)Is it something that everyone would be able to relate to or just the people who have had loved ones in such a dire situation?