A shitty Artist with a shitty head, writing shitty poems

Unfamiliar

Waking in a place not of yours,
Not in your own bed
of safety and Security
rather a bed of
uncertainty, And a mild fear.
Even if though You know
how you ended up There.
You just can't help being
A bit scared to get up.
TheUnfamiliar sound,
the sounds Your not used to
waking up to.
The unfamiliar voice
you hear from The other room.
The thoughts of wanting to leave,
To go home but yet not sure you Know how.
The unfamiliar items,
The difference between this room, and yours.
The plain white walls,
Bare not a thing hung there.
The Bed hard and you back aches. Not like your own bed,
which is Soft and warm.
This one cold.
The unfamiliar smells, the blankets don't smell of you,
but Of an other.
The air cold but warm all
At once. An
Unfamiliar place, smell, and sounds