grey twilight -
smothered by a sense of dread
as she watches
through the windowpane
an outside life
she doesn’t partake
and inside she’s aware
she’s dying day by day
in the community room
what community?
old people chat and laugh
oblivious about what’s to come
and they don’t seem to mind
the smell of Pinesol and old age
visiting hours are the worst
she waits and waits and waits
but nobody comes
again
and she hates the ones
who have family and friends
another starless
moonless night
even they
don’t know who she is
and she wonders
if she’ll still be here
at sunrise
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