Voices
I am so tired of trying
Tired of dying
This experiment in
Room 22B
Does not see me
Will not be
Midnight covers these four walls
Like black stalls
And I hear old men leaking
Grandmothers weeping
The gentle shrieking
Everything means nothing
Here at Grand Valley Healthcare Center
In Van Nuys, CA
One roommate is a lunatic
The other driving himself insane
Voices here
Voices there
Voices everywhere
The sound of rules
Meant to be broken
Hardly spoken
Mornings spent flying
Afternoons sighing
Wheelchairs dotting hallways
The paralyzed and sick looking for May
Like a holiday
But settling for gray
Miracle in the Valley
Christmas comes
For the 58th time
In my life this year
And Covid is here
Omicron drinking beer
Santa Claus showing fear
Even Rudolph not so dear
But I could care less
Even though I am a mess
I am walking
Be it only two hundred yards
From bed 22B to
The physical therapy tree
Here at Grand Valley Healthcare Center
In Van Nuys, CA
With brace, boot, shoe and walker
I shimmy and shake
Anything but a fake
Giving myself a chance
In this deep, dark and dank lake
Only I stop and eat cake
Like an official flake
Yet no one can take away
My progress or my dreams
I will not allow either
To slip through the seams
Or go to terrible extremes
This experiment on paper
Costing reams
Forward steaming
On no one else leaning
Putting only on greens
Forgotten by the obscene and mean
On this Gibraltar
For the serene
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