A World Apart

The grass is getting long again at home, I guess,
But I can't tell for sure from here. The sun,
The television says, is warm, but I can't feel
Its heat. The throngs of people on the streets
Below have places they must go. I don't.
I'm in a hospital, a world apart from everything,
And time seems almost to have stopped,
In here, at least, though not out there, and that
Is why I'm sure the grass has grown.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-05-24 at 18:14

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