Woke up startled, not knowing why
I opened my eyes, and felt a void
No one to say morning to or goodbye
My senses dulled and underemployed
The sterile walls do not gleam
The dusty floors increase my mind’s weight
Empty rooms do not hear my scream
Only caffeine increases my heartrate
Meditate
Authenticate
Do not vacillate
Find a way to celebrate
The rooms are empty
Yet the heart can persevere
and need not be heavy
Beat back the sterile atmosphere
Categories: Culture, family, poetry, Psychology






Hang in there!
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Thanks!
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Touching and beautiful
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Thank you 🙂
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OMG. Sounds like you were in a hospital, possibly in the mental word. Loved all your “ate” words, though.
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