Geriatric Ward



I share a room in the geriatric ward

With another who can speak

A language everyone understands.


I feel my body shrink

My mind grow in anticipation of a visit

I try to hold

Try to keep

Try to have you listen

To all the words I have in me.


Words that tell you that no one comes

Not even when it hurts

And tears sting my eyes.


This is the geriatric ward

And doors are never meant to open

Until someone else decides

It’s safe to leave.


I have become an old book

Frail, torn

And read no more.