At The Hospital Poem by RIC BASTASA

one feels like
he is dead in a catacomb
he likes it
slow paced life
and everyone
attends to you
like you're the most
helpless
body, sprawled without
the strength of bones

one feels like he is wasted
useless piece
of flesh all wrapped
with dry skin

sometimes
he wishes he is not cured
and simply be
buried in that
catacomb
forever

in this society
however
no one gives
you
your free meal
no one hands
you
a happy death

they always
feel that you will
be leaving them
all the
possible guilt

afraid
they all ask you
to get well soon
so they
may also start
taking care
of their lives
the soonest

you turn on
the tv to watch
news tonight
you turn off
your honest
morbid thoughts