The moonlight kissed the concrete walls,
It seeped through the windows into the pristine halls,
The silence is deafening, for peace it seemingly calls,
Yet the screams of despair reply, as another falls.
The bed is soft yet stiff, it brings me no satisfaction.
The cloth veils me from seeing, depleting my interaction.
The lights are off, the air cooled, I gaze at the window wishing for action.
I'm not afraid, simply bored, waiting for an interesting reaction.
My guardian sits on a chair in front of me, slowly dozing off.
My throat is dried, I'm fasting, dry is the sound of my cough.
I'm not really complaining, compared to me, the others have it rough.
I'm just sitting in silence, my movement and breathing soft.
Drip-drop went the dextrose bags into the body of the others,
I can see their family and friends, fathers and mothers.
The thought of some of them dying, how it came did it come up, truly bothers.
I continue my imaginings, sinking deep into my mind, as my heart quietly flutters.