Adeeyoyo's Blog

I write what I feel…




Large glass double doors

Sun stopped outside

L-shaped room, chair-lined

‘You can’t sit there’

Words rang loud and clear

I looked for an upright chair

Most were bottomless pits

Traps for the unaware

People dressed in Sunday best

I recognised one or two

Some of the rest were new

Inmates – how ‘they’ hated the word

Residents is what ‘they’ preferred

Like animals, accepting fate

Tame, meek, all submission

Absolutely no assertion

Who remembers they are there

Perhaps Death will be the one

Sent to remind them

Of what they forgot


©DGA 30 December 2011 09:50