The hospital walls are closing in
I’m not used to the whirring, beeping din
My parents’ voices create a safe space
But I’d rather run, for this isn’t my place
My place is outdoors, with all-natural scents
Twixt flowers and birds, not in this putrid stench
No, these sterile white walls feast on my fear
Though I know thru windows, outdoors is most painfully near
But for my grandfather I must be brave
I cannot run screaming, no, I cannot cave
So I’ll stay here until my patients has run dry
Then outdoors I’ll go whimpering, and there I will fly
Free as a bird, singing a lark
I’d run ‘cross the hills until it got dark
~LS
