Sleeping Away From Home
I was sitting.
My legs were crossed, that’s all I know.
They don’t ask what hurts.
They know.
They take my blood away,
And that’s not so bad.
At my house, all I could do was wander around, aimlessly.
Losing my phone, my patience, my everything.
There is noise, but I don’t move like I used to.
There are names being called, but it’s muffled.
They put a bracelet on me.
Then I knew.
But could only sit limply.
They gave me a glass of water.
That was nice of them.
It was the last nice thing I remember…
Before they said “good night.”
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