As you look at the cold,
Hard and unforgiving
Locked door,
As you peer at the stable,
Steady,
Blank, pure white walls,
You expect to hear
Nurses bustling.
But you don’t.
As you sit on your mattress
Your little mattress on the floor
And glare at the frozen,
Unmoving bolts
Which line your window,
You expect to hear patients
Complaining,
Wailing,
Crying,
Or at least softly sobbing,
But you don’t.
Age 16
Hard and unforgiving
Locked door,
As you peer at the stable,
Steady,
Blank, pure white walls,
You expect to hear
Nurses bustling.
But you don’t.
As you sit on your mattress
Your little mattress on the floor
And glare at the frozen,
Unmoving bolts
Which line your window,
You expect to hear patients
Complaining,
Wailing,
Crying,
Or at least softly sobbing,
But you don’t.
Age 16