A Nietzsche inspired poem
To Live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering- Friedrich Nietzsche
It’s midnight, and I’m hurt.
I lay in this hospital pondering when I will get better.
The nurses say my recovering is bound to occur anytime.
A place of healing for some but me, it’s a place of constriction.
However, the window near my bed is still open, keeping me company.
I’m like a puppet. Strings attached unable to move.
Wires everywhere, and I’m sick of it.
I was ill a long time ago. However, I’m too ill to realize my suffering as a person.
I stood up and look at the time. It’s still midnight. Nothing changed at all.
I’m sick of it. So I jumped.
In hope for the eventual blinding sunrise to illuminate me.
