Lying There Poem by Richard Lam

Lying there
Staring at the walls
Breathing the sterile air
In and out
In and out

The machines and the busy people in white
Do their jobs
To keep me alive

Sometimes days last only a few hours
Sometimes nights go on forever

The pain too comes and goes
That is beyond my control
My limbs stay with my body
But they don't do what I want them to do
That's also beyond my control

There's a photo near my bed
A happy family
Is that someone's else or mine?
I don't know
I can't tell

Why is that no one ever visited?
Is it because they grew tired of me?
Is it because they have important things to do?
Or maybe they did while I was asleep
And just didn't want to wake me
I cry without knowing why
I cry without knowing why