The chronic care ward
has sterile corridors
smelling like a medicine cabinet
if they'd only
put up a few pictures
or maybe
some original paintings
just to give the impression
someone
lived here
things look like
a polished mausoleum
while passing
open doorways I saw
silent bedridden figures
staring
listlessly
at blank walls.
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