Ill in hospital, no visitors allowed
to the sound of an ageing man
wailing for his long dead mother.
Strange figures haunt the sad corridors
and the neon lights are always on.
There's the continuous tone of bleeping,
a place for dark thoughts, but not sleeping.
But if by chance there arrives
a most beautiful dream
it is so cruel waking at dawn.
Each person owns their own demons
and must endure isolation
so ignoring good times is a crime
for sickness can strike... at any time.