Somehow I lost a day,
It vanished into ether,
Simply spirited away by
Pain meds or anesthesia,
Absent hours called
Retrospective amnesia.
This day is empty-blank,
Minutes, hours outflanked.
My disregard for time:
Daytime, sometime,
Anytime, all time in passing
Tense. Wait! Tomorrow is
Not today. No shame or
Sorrow. It’s yesterday.
Thanks for reading. No more bleeding.
No more stopping breathing.