DIAGNOSIS

a tentative hope, wildly young

springing to life! wonderous knowledge

finally,

light

 

i can see by the stars, though they burn on my skin

i would rather be hurt by the truth than the wind

the pressure of wondering finally gives in

 

i don’t have to wander through THESE QUESTIONS AGAIN

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Hospital

There is something in me that wants to return 
To the bleached white walls and the chemical-room
To the soft silent plain of the starched stiff sheets
And the endless night where I wake and sleep.

The waiting breeds new agony
But the sleeping-room brings me release
I warmly breathe in the numbed-up night
Where the painless hours finally find

Me.