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                                  HOSPITAL DAY

                                        The morning comes.

                                         Bright.  Light.

                                      An end of the Night.

                                               Dark.

                            Blindness replaced by sight.  

                                   Breakfast is brought around.

        Where there was silence.

            there is sound

                              There are a lot of wires to me see are tied.

            So many times I cried.

                           I am tired.   

                             I cant sleep at night in bed

                           All these thoughts in my head

                          I look out the window.

                        I can see across the yard.

                          These bars are hard.

                I touch the window paine.

                You can go insane. 

                      I walk down the hall.

                      I see the other patients all.