white walled rooms

These walls dont know your bones
Only the aching of blood
And distressed chemistry
No one here remembers your name
Though you remember their  faces

There is familiarity in the white wash
The soulless art
And the chatter of people
Who would rather be elsewhere

This is a room of quiet desperation
And last resorts
(You are tired of both)

You try to read
Try to write
Through the haze of pain
And failed medication
Its a public holiday and the seats
Are filling up with people
As desperate as you are

The seconds trickle by
Like an evaporating stream
You've been here too long
But not quite long enough
They havent called your name yet
And might not for hours to come
So you wait in silent agony
For answers to a question
No one has yet been able to answer

What is so wrong to keep you coming back?

(C) Indie Adams 2014
12-9-14
30 day poetry challenge day 12