Two TVs,
many ears,
different people,
many fears.
Two pitchers of water,
many dry throats,
mediocre meals,
men in white coats.
Two areas of seating,
many sore bodies,
aimless walking,
there is no lobby.
Two doors at the entrance,
many souls who wish to leave,
hundreds of prescriptions
but love is what they need.
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Book of Poems
PoetryThis collection of poems invites you to explore the intimate corners of emotion, the quiet whispers of the soul, and the vibrant hues of imagination. Each poem is a reflection of life's myriad experiences, capturing moments of joy, sorrow, love, and...
