In darkness I developed consciousness
My first thoughts were of cold
Of feeling alone
Vague sounds of machinery
And whispered concern
I didn't understand but I was afraid
I was missing comforting hands
Sterile odor assaulting my senses
I'm not sure why
This memory is still so persistent
I dream of the loneliness
The total sense of black
The mechanical noises and worried hands
The pain
Sometimes I return to my own mind
And my throat is sore
Was I sobbing
Or was it only in my memory?
