Do you remember the monitors?
No!
not the lizards
the ones by the side of your bed
when ICU
was not a game of hide and seek
they beeped while you slept and the
nurses kept watch.

All better now.

“I wrote it ...
I didn’t have to say it
I questioned  
when answers tried to run and hide
I served
what time became and what it didn’t
I died
the way I lived — with no goodbye”


(Buried In Walden: September, 2025)

There is a certain quiet serenity,
like a lake of deep tranquillity,
a beautiful moment of reflection
as I gaze into calm waters.

As the sweet birdsong
lulls my woes to sleep,
lifting my spirits high
giving way to my contented sigh.

Silencing all ambiguity,  
as it brings forth certainty
that this perfect peace  
should outlast time itself.

©️Lizzie Bevis