Where is my patience
on this ward?
My pills are late in working,
Who are these people
on this ward?
My heart it is still beating,
Where is my conscience- it’s not
awake on the ward?
My zombie nurses keep
on sleeping,
Where is time? its lost
on this ward?
My brain it is rewinding,
Why is the T.V. jammed
on this ward?
My radar is receiving,
Where is love on this ward?
My lips they are enticing,
And all my friends remain,
on this ward-
Is this real-life on this ward?
or my reality of pain?
In the season for forgetting!
By David Holloway 2011 (c)
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It seems as I am right there with you, while I read your words. A very powerful write. Brandy