Are there any questions?

reverberating through my blurred hazy mind,

pounding on my eardrums,

heard but incomprehensible.

My mouth parched,

Heart thumping in my chest!

 

Are there any questions?

Are there any questions?

I had many, but my frozen brain

could not formulate any,

My dry mouth could not articulate any!

 

Are there any questions?

Are there any questions?

Are there any questions?

Like a death penalty pronounced.

Fear ebbing and crashing like the incessant tide.

 

” Are there any questions ?”

he asked as he gently put his gentle comforting hands on my shoulder,

“We have to remove that decayed cavity ” he said again as wave upon wave of fear washed over me.

 

Are there any questions ? Last line from the book ” The handmaidens tale” written by

Margaret Altwood