Waiting, watching, pasty stare
White light shows every crumb
The room so clean its unclear
If it's a room or an abyss at all
Sitting still, under observation
A single move and they'll know
Silent, soundless, to drive mad
Begging, pleading, in your head
Wishing, wanting, to be dead
Corners and edges aren't there
What happened to the room?
I ask if it was a room at all,
And he only stares back blank.
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We are all biased by our past so I see a hospital room and bed, not just any hospital but mental hospital and observation room with observing tech. But then I also see other things as well. Love poems that leave questions
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An instant fave. Wow! Clinical, psychological, and deeply liminal. This poem blurs the line between sterility and suffering, evoking both an institution and a void. “Under observation,” “a single move and they’ll know,” and “he only stares back blank”—to me, all speak to powerlessness under scrutiny, like being trapped in a psych ward or purgatory. The absence of definition mirrors the collapse of identity or sanity, and it’s filled with an internal scream—that silence that’s louder than noise. It’s as if you’re in the sanitarium of your own mind. I totally relate, brilliant poet and friend! 🌹👏
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