Poem 12- Ward

I have my own room

It's painted white with drops of red

I have my own room

Restrained to my bed

They are coming so soon

I guess it's time to take my meds

I can hear my friends laughter

Sounds like a broken record

As I go, they will come after

Me. Time for me to dress up

A stray jacket for me, with my doctor we have a friendly bantar

And somome drugs so that I don't mess up

This is land where we all horde

We are such great people, give us our awards.

Another guy hang himself, that's just the world.

This is our ward, the psycho ward

Welcome and be comfy, you won't be bored

We come from all the land but defiled by our words

It's time for me to go to bed, this is peaceful

I am sure, but be warned I can be lethal

Restrained again to me bed, goodbye people

I close my eyes  to the necessary evils

And tomorrow will be a new day

I am happy to soon meet you.

-KrakenBorn