Windows overlook the hospital parking garage,
across from the bay where ambulances wait
You can smell the exhaust in the early morn
as they start their engines to keep them warm
The man-made false sunrise flickers on;
incandescent, artificial six a.m. dawn
Time for a shower and if you need a shave,
it must be under watchful eyes
to make sure that you behave
Try not to act out but be yourself,
all for the sake of your mental health
but all the while worrying if you disagree
with the powers that be, the status quo
how will your day go,
what different outcome will there be
So in truth you continue to play a game,
on the outside or within, some things never change
for no matter how you might try to rearrange
the tiles of your life the words you spell remain the same;
Trust that you must have in others,
the fear that almost smothers
the despair that seems to follows
the regret so hard to swallow,
the love so hard to find,
the hurt you can't leave behind
Simple words so easy to spell,
spinning and tumbling within the shell
you have made for yourself...
11-15-11
11-15-11
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