Delirium

“No, I am not ill, just let me go!
Oh, God, please tell me, where am I?
Who are those people in white smocks?
Repeating the words: “He will die”.

What time is it? Where is my phone?
I should call home, before it’s late.
You know, my wife gets very mad
When I come home at half past eight.

Help me to stand. Don’t push me, please!
I want to stand! Oh, I cannot!
Where are my legs? I can’t see them!
 I can’t feel them! Oh, no, oh, God!

Now, I remember a grinding sound.
I saw a car, then felt a pain.
Remember the laughter of my son,
Although he studies now in Spain.

Remember moments of my life,
Where I was wrong, where I was rood…
Remember people at my work,
Who felt the evil of my mood.

Where are they now? What they feel now?
I’d like to help them… Yes, but how?
Will they reject me, like I did?”
Timur thought so, having a fit.

The nurse stood there, looking at him.
He held her hands to feel more save.
But death was there. Timur felt it.
Her deadly hands pushed him to grave.

 ***
He died, still grinning at someone.
The nurse stood there, clenching her fists.
She touched his hand, then pulled it back -
She felt the coldness of the deceased.