They found me
There in my bed
And held me still
Just as I was.
Carried me
There in my bed
To await the one that heals.
They held fast to the ropes
And wiped the tears from my cheek
The hair from my forehead.
My brain
Lowered down through
The roof of my mouth
Yet paralyzed on that slab
My tongue
Waiting for my heart to speak.
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