A blank room,
a canvas.
Three beds nicely tucked
waiting for their next patients.
Food comes in,
cold sweaty steamed food.
Half touched,
the remains get tossed away.
Cries spill out, without a single murmur,
as time passes.
Screams call out, as feet clamor like a cold turkey
clawing at anything to get their next taper.
Like clockwork,
their despair is met
with lessening effect,
causing the cacophony of howls to simmer down.
Still, the room sits,
food passes, people pass
And the sheets, nicely tucked
A room with no words,
filled with raw emotion