Trespass (poem of mine)

“Do you realise,
You are very ill”
The question flickered
A little
Inside
There we were
Like caged moths
Buzzing at the bulbs
In the empty corridors
Oval faces
Partly obscured
Behind
The cloudy white
Of the window panes.
Secure,
Security,
Extra secure.
“Can I have a drink?”
2 hours later
Isolation sets in,
Frustration
Thirst creeps at the
Back of my throat.
Alarms
Scream in a never ending
Tinnitus
And I intrude
On doorways filled with
Flailing limbs
And hovering
hypodermics.
The rubbery blue
Of the awaiting mattress
Holds your face in that
Stone
Cold
Sleep.
Palsy hands
Jangle bunches,
Branches of
Metal clunks
Punctuate
The days
Many pauses
Flashlight beams
Illuminate a foggy,
Dense sleep.
I dream of overturning
The churning
Is no help.
Trapped
In this little city
Of trespassers.

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