Blank slate

there are rats gnawing

from inside the walls

gnawing inside out

raindrops dripping 

slow torture style

outside the window

my eyes are itchy

in places i cannot scratch

tired

to tired to sleep

am drawing a blank slate

to pass the time till dawn

Between the seams

recent surgery and overnight stay in South Shore (NS) hospital

coming down off morphine

wave after wave

the other side of the partition 

an old fisherman is in the same boat

wave after wave

but his sea legs are probably sturdier then mine

although his case much more serious then mine

he is much closer to falling off the edge of the sea

I still have much treading left to do

his devout wife by his side the whole time

a sweet gentle voice
 overheard from the nurse their last name

Mr. and Mrs. Frail

Mrs. Frail sits silent most of the time 

but in sudden staccato moments she says with much definition:

"Ya know I love you Oceans dear"

"I prayed to the depths the whole while"

 "They are waitin' for you...the fishes are waitin' for you"

He wakes at one point and asks her if she is bored

She responds

"Oh no dear...just hearing you snore brings me loads of joy!"