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Psyche Ward...
Two West...
Slightly south of Two East.
Cold hard brick walls...
Shiny tile flooring...
Meds, Television, Isolation
Hysterical laughter.
Hoping for
Comfort, Friends, Love
Genuine Laughter...
'For God's sake
turn on the T.V.'
'Sleeplessness is
a sign of depression...'
'For Christ's Sake
it's also a sign of boredom.'
'Do you need medication? '
'For shit's sake
I'm just not tired'
'Do you need to see someone? '
'Hell yes, just let me out and I'll find her.'
I see the unit...
fight with others
who don't know me...
about useless things...
television, books, who
looks at who...
then I see a friend
who has come
to commit his sister...
that can't be easy for him...
I wave and he waves back
but I don't want to embarass him...
so I go to my room
wishing I had something
to read, or something to watch,
or something
to hold or something...
something...someone
someone to hold or someone to talk to...
Instead
No Love
No Friends
No Laughter...
No Help.
Just Loneliness...
Depression...
Isolation...
Meds...
and Suicide
on the shiny tile flooring
in the Sacred Halls
of Two West.
Coach Roth
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