The Ward

Just one visit is all I ask,

a friendly face not

hidden behind

a snowy mask.

Just one meal is all I need

that isn't cold and stiff,

tiny portioned soupy corpses,

but the cooks take no heed.

Just one breath of air

that isn't manufactured,

condensed, or controlled

by this fluorescent lair.

Just one spark is enough

to run one more circuit

before my mouth betrays

me to my captor's cuff.

Just one chair is all

it takes to send

me home again,

one final fall.

Reviews

[Kelsey]

It looks like a lot of your work will have the power to leave me with nothing but "wow." That's a compliment, by the way. This is amazing. I love the structure of your poems and this is a great example of why. Great job, as usual.

[John]

Thank you :)