Being The Patient Poem by Rachel Slimm

The sunshine moves round and just reaches the bit
between my bed and the windowsill,
I squash myself down, barely able to fit,
feel the warmth on my face - and the world stands still.

Tock follows tick and tick follows tock,
the only sound in my room is the sound of the clock,
outside the door it's a whole other game;
corridors filled with the crazy, insane.

No remedy found for a heart that is broke.
No comfort found in the words that are spoke.
No answers found by the eyes of my brain,
all that is seen is a life filled with pain.

The sunshine moves round and its warmth is now gone,
I climb up into bed and swallow my pill,
take one last look at where the sunshine once shone
cover my head, close my eyes - and the world stands still.

5/6/07