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The Receptionist's counter is too close to the forever waiting room.
The Nexts are trying their patient penances;
Some seem to read;
Others appear to listen to the television;
There's no dialogue,
Except for the Dr.'s assistant,
And, the Receptionist.
Any conversation would be idle,  and not heard anyway.
They sit on pins, listening for their names.
Super Tuesday held no kryptonite for Super Joe, remarked the talking head.

The Dr. will see you in three years.
I fist pump and spin to leave,
Seeing a blur of corralled, bowed, preoccupied heads.
A frail face lifted up, and smiled for me.
Happy for me.
Truly the best medicine.
Nice to meet you

It’s not nice to meet you.
You’re just another one.

Another one what?
That’s ok, I’m just glad you came.

Another person to promise me things
Another person to let me down.
I didn’t want to.  

I know you didn’t want to.
I’m sorry people have let you down.
I can’t promise I won’t. I’ll do my best.

You want to know my life story
I have to repeat it again.
When will this stop. I hate you.

No, you tell me what you want.  
What do you need now?
You can hate me. But I don’t hate you.

I don’t want to take the pills.
They make my head foggy.
I need to sleep. I need food. I’m hungry.
Why don’t you hate me. Everyone else does.

Who is everyone?
I think you are very brave.
Why don’t you sleep then?
You are safe here.

Brave. How am I brave?
People are watching me.
I can’t sleep. Not safe.

Because you asked for help.
You are safe. I’m watching you yes.
To keep you safe. Here’s a sandwich.
Eat. Then sleep. Are you cold?

I don’t want to. You don’t get it.
I haven’t eaten for days. You are nice.
Not cold. But I haven’t showered for days.

Well shower. That’s your room.
I don’t get it. You are right
But I know you are exhausted.
Here are some clean clothes.
You are going to be ok. I promise

How do you know it’s going to be ok?
I am so tired. Will you watch me all night.
I’m scared.

I know you are. I’ll be here all night.
Lay down now. Tomorrow will be better.
It will get better.  You will get better.

I don’t hate you.
The sand which was good.
If you say so, I hope so.
Goodnight.

Sleep well, goodnight.
Was just thinking of a conversation I once had with a patient who self presented. As a mental health nurse, its a conversation of many people on their first night in a mental health unit. So scared and lonely. If only we could show them their last day there so they could see that it wasn’t the end for them. Anyways, just a random thing.
hazem al jaber Jul 2019
Patient's Love ...

i do no looking for any thing ...
do no desiring anyone ...
i just seeking ...
for the light ...
the light from your eyes ..
which it my medicine and cure ...
just only you ...
whom i only need ...
because you are ...
my passion ...
my only love ...
since i knew the love ...
and i knew it only ...
from you and with you ...

sweetheart ...
i am the patient
patient of love ...
ill and so sick ...
yes i am
so sick to your love ...
and you are the only ..
who cure me ...
while no one can cure me ...
because i fell so crazy to you ...

would you give me my medicine ...
from your heart ...
would you babe ...
give me the love ...
through a kiss's love ...

please do ...

hazem al ...
chitragupta Mar 2019
Time is stagnant
I have tried
pushing all the buttons

It hasn't changed
for all my efforts -
this period tiresome

Gray skies
Not a drop of rain
Not a hint of the sun

This life is
too overwhelming
I'm ready for the next one
Exploring the psyche of a mind diseased by depression.
The individual thinks he/she is inside a video game that isn't playing out to their liking and he/she wants it to end and retry with a spare "life"
Terry Collett May 2018
Yiska ran her finger
down the windowpane.

Outside snow drifted
in large flakes.

She lit a cigarette
and blew smoke
at the pane.

I moved beside her
and watched
the falling snow.

"I want to be out there
not stuck in here
in this madhouse"
she said.

She took my hand in hers
and squeezed it.

"You are the only
element of sanity
in this hole"
she added.

"We are both stuck here
with other broken minds"
I said.

She squeezed
my hand tighter.

A plump nurse
walked past
behind us
like a young hippo.

I saw her reflection
in the windowpane.

"Remember that night
in the ECT room ?"
she said.

"Yes and the night nurse
found you
while I hid under
the recovery bed."

She smiled.

The hippo nurse
came up to us
and said
"Have you had
your medication
yet Yiska?"

Yiska turned
to face the nurse.

"Yes the skinny nurse
gave it to me"
Yiska said.

The nurse walked away
up the locked ward.

"Did she?"
I said.

"She did
but I threw them
down the toilet"
she said
and released
my hand.

I lit a cigarette
and stared out
at the snow
and our promised land.
Terry Collett Apr 2018
The Scottish woman
moaned about the medication
being late and the Asian woman
rocked back and forth
on the armchair
with a bone looking grip
looped in her hair.

You were standing with me
by the large window
gazing out
at the trees and fields
covered in snow.

You touched my hand
with yours
and I sensed
the roughness
of the bandage
around your wrist
where you had cut it
and few days before
and the tubby nurse
found you
sitting on the floor
watching the blood
flow out
and the nurse
screamed at you
something she wasn't
meant to do.

"Wish I was out there"
you said
"lying there
like some lone soldier
deep in snow
waiting for death
and what a way to go."
Terry Collett Apr 2018
She stood by the window
looking out
at the snow
it was falling
in slow large flakes.

He was on the sofa smoking
studying her figure.

A nurse rushed past
arms holding towels.

The radio was on
playing a Beatles' song.

Her wrist stung
where the stitches
pulled against skin.

The Scottish woman
was moaning
about the weather.

Another nurse walked past
eyeing him sitting there smoking
with his intense stare.

The Indian woman
walked to a fro
across the ward
muttering either
curse or prayer.

He walked over
to the window
where she stood
watching the snow
falling slow

Their hands touched.
Skin on skin.

Her bandaged wrist
touched his bandaged wrist.

They studied the snow
but didn't kiss.
Terry Collett Mar 2018
He tried to hang himself
in the toilets
on the locked ward.

She heard and saw
the nurses rushing to a fro
like headless chickens.

She sat on the sofa
smoking.

She'd spoken to him
that morning
before breakfast.

They had watched
the snow falling.

The quacks
won't be pleased.

He'll be watched
more carefully
after that.

She'd not tried that:
hanging wasn't her thing.

Slit wrists or overdose
was more in her line.

The Indian woman
sat over the way
rocking back and forth.

All sorts.

Nurses passed by;
the plump nurse
like a young hippo
rushed past.

She'd talk to him
once he was about again.

The snow had stopped.
Now she supposed
would come the rain.
Terry Collett Sep 2017
The nurses half walked
half dragged the screaming woman
along the passageway
of the locked ward.

He watched them,
a cacophony of screams
and shouts and banging
of doors,  then silence;
that was more disturbing
that silence, and picturing
the patient on the bed
strapped down,
the rubber mouth piece
between teeth, the injection
to oblivion,  the electrodes
applied each side of the skull,
the electric shock applied,
the body in motion
as the current rides.

He knows the score
he's been there before,
knows the strapping down,
the rubber piece between teeth,
the injection and the buzz
along the nerves, *******
consciousness out of each pore
and momentarily it seems
you are no more.
Ect in a locked ward
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