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NURSING HOME RESIDENT
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ABSTRACT POEMS
I want to die.
I want to cry.
I wish I was dead.
It's so hard on my head.
Can you see it in my face?
I want out of this place.
There is never a thing to do.
No day is ever new.
I used to be free.
Now, look at all that's happened to me.
this piece is so true of so many nursing home residents.all independence gone,staff time schedules not their own,lack of privacy,and quite often token visitors just on obligatory reasons visiting. Yes I've seen this many times working in nursing homes in the past. You captured it well..