The sound of television in a hallway that smells of urine
The smell of television and the sound of urine
It makes me realise I am not alive
It makes me know I am nowhere
The drone
The background noise
Who told you that you didn’t matter
It was elsewhere
Somewhere else
The beach is so close
Yet I would rather overdose
Round the corner
The hospital is further
Now it came closer
Background smells sound
I weigh a tonne
On the bed face down
They feed me tablets
Everyday
I feed my image
Not a talent
Maybe a talent
That I can dredge
Gravy
I am released from my personal prison
A mind like drugs
A heart like a broken face
An ending
A beginning
A place to crack mirrors