"inpatients" poems
Boxed in.
Silent animals.
Identical chairs and wooden squares.
Absolute silence, bar the inpatients.
The echoes of a deathly infirmary.
Sitting, occupying the time.
Waiting to die.
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 10:28 AM UTC
Waiting for the bus and beginning to lose my mind...
A minute turns to four, then twelve and now half an hour has passed me by...
Time keeps ticking, the sun keeps setting and the longer I sit the more I feel my rot
Calling to hear what I already know-- The bus aint' coming...And my inpatients grows!
No further ahead, no closer to my goal...
Just left behind...
By the bus that never showed
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
whatever's left of my sanity
sifts through my limp and parted fingers
desperate for zero-gravity
willing dissipation to reverse
I can't hear over the static in my head
I can't shake the definition of death
dissociation became my only familiar
nothing else seems as consistent
than this cycle of numbness
and emotional vacancy
I'm sorry for the impatience
I'm sorry for the inpatients
I'm sorry for being so aimless
I'm sorry for the potential wasted
I wish time would just play backward
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
A kind man
A man of the hungry
and of the poor
Just the man to mend this world
His teachings of kindness
With no blindness
Very aware of the madness
He is certainly not mindless
to this world lesser of kindness
He is a man that has an open mind
Regardless of mankind
The people he will always be intertwined
for all generations
of different combinations
With much patients he will rebuild nations
" LOVE" will be his donation
His vocation
easily, with no inpatients
Which he does and will show through demonstrations
Sharing his information
he has no limitations
People are his motivation
All of civilization
of different denominations
regardless of the ramifications
He will lift this world to new elevations
of kindness
!!
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC