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Powerless in despair,

Lost in unbearable pain,

Staring at the empty chair…

Is there anyone who cares?
White ceiling, green walls;

Out the window the rain falls;

The waves hit the shores 

And I lose myslef in thoughts …
Sleepless til the wee hours,

Questing after missing power,

Extra bitter and sour

withering like a cut flower…
Despair breaks my spirit,

A Smile seems a privilege.

Here I’m just a digit

Forgetting my everyday image.
Copyright by Anna E.R. Walczak