Crumpled white hospital sheets
Somewhere ‘tween the dead and living
A body withered, now reposed
A spirit all worn out from giving
They tend him like a withered fauna
They wait for him to regrow once more
He lies there staring vacantly
At the life he sees beyond the door
Wonder at what got him here
Before where he was before
Lost in feverish reverie
At what was once… but is no more.
