Neuroscience room 618

Neuroscience Room 618

your walls are cold
everything is sterile
should this be a positive?

Neuroscience ICU

buzzzzz
nurse: "How may I help you?"
Me: frozen...I can't say anything

she proceeds to get loud,
"HOW MAY I HELP YOU?"

I studder, "I, I'm here to see Amos Turner"
she tells me to hold

i cut my eyes
cuz this woman does not know what my family has been through
the last 3 days have been hell
and if she doesn't watch it
she might experience hell on earth from....me

the doors open
black suite, blond hair
ohhh so this is the voice behind the doors that once stood closed
no eye contact this go round
just a polite voice
"Mr. Turner is in 618"

we walk into his room
and the confusion on his face tells it all
he speaks, in a rugged tone,
"Joyce"
"Liza"
but wait, you got her name right...no grandpa i'm not liza,
i'm tonza

ha, you never could pronounce my name right, but i adapted

remember me?
the loud one, you have to remember

i once stood in the middle of your living room
stomping on your coffee table

remember, i was the only one who got away with that
i was the your "doll baby".......

i'll just blame it on the sedation
cuz i know they have no adoration...for you
the way that i do

those gray eyes
they once had life, but now...
now they are just empty

Neuroscience Room 618

4 seizures in one afternoon
damages? who knows
explanations? they for dam* sure don't know

wtf
i know you're not God, but can you at least...
tell me something

moms is slowly declining
she was never one to deal with the sick

so that leaves me, standing here
waiting...
cuz i'm not leaving until you figure it out
somebody has to put the iron fist down

stop bs'n my fam
and get me some answers

Neuroscience Room 618

he's fidgeting
so i'll try to make him more comfortable
we're tugging and pulling at sheets, trying our best

you see this ONE nurse, he doesn't like...
and we know why, but won't say it aloud

so instead of dicsussion we just step in and take her place, lol
some things never change

i now see where some of my ideals come from...

its 6:30

black suite, blond hair cuts the lights off
visiting hours = over

its time to go -- Southbound 95
moms doesn't want to leave, so i just wait until she's ready

black suite, blonde hair comes back

lol, its not worth the fuss, lets go

i slowly kiss his head and rub his arm...repeat
"alright, liza"

my head drops...


*to be continued*