“Dawn” William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1881, WikiArt photo.

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.

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