Wonder

A mash of shapes
Fill your semi closed eyes
You try to make sense
Of the shape of your body
You move a muscle and can't
It falters
No moven't
No emotion
Just a muscle in a hand.

You call out
But your language is slurred
And you are already out of breath
You just moan
How annoying, i am
How accepting, she is.

You can't call it a stroke
Maybe a mash up
Or a re-wiring
or a mutilation of the brain
Not stroke.
Never a stroke.

You don't ask
It's not the best thing to do
But when your ill
Or trapped in a foreign body,
Or an unmovable figure

You defiantly can't ask,
You just wonder.