The burning antiseptic
sears its scent into my nose
everywhere I look
there is something sterile, white, pristine.

Beds with scratcy blue blankets,
corner angles at a constant 90 degrees.
The bed creaks with my movement,
plastic cover for those who cannot keep it in.

Railings on either side, "for your protection, only",
making it feel even more like a prison.
Three squares a day, your only chances to eat gourmet cardboard.

Every four hours they come in for vitals:
blood pressure, temperature, don't forget the pulse.
Waking you up at unGodly hours
just to get that one last mark.

Day after day, the monotony of it all
lying there without a thought,
except one nagging at the back of my mind...
"I'm here for you...just call My name.."