Lying in my hospital bed

I wake up every morning
And it takes a while for me to remember where i am
But then I recognise it's somewhere ive been before,
It's then that I realize,
That I'm in the psychiatric inpatient unit.

I spend my days
Lying in my hospital bed,
Staring at the ceiling,
Looking at all the little details
And markings.

I watch the clock,
Tick tock,
Every second,
Every minute,
Every hour,
As time slowly goes by.

The walls are plain white and bare,
The curtains are a pale blue,
The room is basically empty
Apart from a couple of books on the shelf
And a few photos in frames.

There's a chair in the corner of the room
It's where the nurses and doctors sit
When they come to talk to me
Or my mum or dad when they come to visit.

After a while I roll my head over
And stare out the window,
At the real world
And watch the rain falling from the sky
While listening to the distant noise
Of traffic on a road somewhere.

I go to sleep at night
Dreaming of being home,
In my nice colourful room
With bright pink walls
And snuggling in my bed
With my nice, warm electric blanket.

But then I wake up in the morning
And it takes a while for me to remember where i am
But then I realize it's somewhere I've been before,
It's then that I realize,
That I'm in the psychiatric inpatient unit.

(written 2007)