You wear shades of hospital green in a room chemical white
I see you there but you are not....
raw arguments of mortality lie at fragile wrists
your hands still tremble, yet you sit stoic
your vacant eyes registering no one, no thoughts
nothing of yesterday turmoil

enforced prescriptions anaesthetize the voices for now
and I breathe....the first in a long time
refusal doesn't hold counter here

shall we regain the old you or are you lost now in eternity
within your own cure....