They Come In
They come in
doing that familiar shuffle
arms
legs akimbo
and eyes
never quite resting on mine
I wonder where their mind has gone
what thoughts crowd their
jagged corners of thought-
They come in
day by day for appointments
doing
better sometimes
and othertimes
they've lost the teather that held them
on solid ground
where reality wasn't shifting by sight or sound
They come in
sometimes strangers to each other
but familiar in their addictions
comfort in numbers
depleated in resources
and lonely in spirit
they move across this space and time
as ghosts who crave satisfaction
still I pray I have no judgement
of them
as I would not like a judgement of me
and hope that one day
they too shall be free.
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