Such a maudlin place to be
Walls, sterile bright white
Their bleakness starring back at me
A solitary window showcasing the night
Soon to drift off to sleep
Only to be awakened with a sudden start
Hearing the screams that fill the keep
Slamming door, sudden depart
Using the pillow to cover my head
Sounds of confusion fill the air
As I await in my bed
Weeping and moans of despair
A reassuring silence makes it's return
Safe in my room, nothing to concern
Good imagery Billy. Some Psych patients might be poets too. Val Brooklyn Rogers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great depiction of a psych ward Billy. Did some nursing as a student in a psyche ward, it is pretty much as you have described it. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn