Pneumothorax

Being in that white suffocating room.

With nothing indicating the day,

But the white-board that stared at me with annoyance.

Everyone keeping the room bright, making jokes

But I couldn't quite hear them. 

I could only feel the tube,

That was jabbed into my chest.

My ears, were filling up with the same fluid 

That was drowning my lungs.

They told me they were by my side,

But they were nothing but a blurry picture to me.

When the room fell silent,

It told me everything I needed to hear.