A Care Center? Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking at a bed of crumpled sheets, blankets and pillows -
none of it having been changed since I got here Saturday
evening.

Being neglected and totally displaced in a care center I
don't even want to be in.

Being treated as a disparate particle of non-existence,
without any worth to anyone.

Hating to imagine how others are feeling as they are left
in beds to fend for themselves, without being able to get
out of bed, unlike myself.