Where is my patience
on the
ward? My pills are late
in working

Who are these lonely people
on the ward? My heart it’s
still beating

Where is my conscience,
could it
be on the
ward? My zombie nurses keep
on sleeping

Where is time? It’s lost
on the
ward? My brain
it’s rewinding

Why is the T.V. jammed
on the
ward? My radar
is receiving

Where is love on the
ward?
My lips they are enticing

And all my friends remain,
on this ward-
I am still regretting

It is suffocating on the
ward- I am hardly breathing.

By David Holloway

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