Hospital Beds


Days went by.
The sun would rise
and I would wake.
The moon would rise
and I would settle.
The medication would help
but not enough.
It did not fill the holes.
The loneliness.
The despair.
But I would stay there,
in my hospital bed
awaiting the day hoping it would be better than the last.
That's how I rotted away
in a hospital bed
to nothing.

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I wrote this after being hospitalized in a mental institution to treat my bipolar disorder