The Journey
I began to see light—
dim at first, but
becoming brighter now.
Everything a blur—
thoughts, senses.
I know I’m returning
from somewhere
but I don’t recall where.
Nor do I know my
destination.
The repetitiveness of
the beep
is hypnotic.
I’m trying to return
but overwhelming fatigue
makes it difficult to fight
against the sound.
I’m not sure who these
people are. I speak,
but they don’t seem
to understand.
The sound intoxicates me
as it slows its pace—
lulling me to sleep.
I fight, but I am
so tired.
My journey has been long.
It has left me
without strength.
I don’t know why the buzzer
didn’t wake me…
[27 Oct 1992]