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ABSTRACT POEMS NURSING HOME
I am all alone.
I can never go home.
The days all blend. I have no friends.
Nobody comes to visit me.
This is
the end of my life.
I don't have a wife.
I read a book. I watch TV.
Nothing see, really appeals to me.
I look out the window.
I look at the view. View is the same.
You can go insane.
Only should be a last resort.
And they are, by no means, a resort.
My dad eventually ended up in one, against my mom's will. He was in long term hospital care at the VA, and the government forced him into a nursing home, using a loophole in a law passed during the early days of the sars-covi-2 outbreak. He suffered emmensely there and eventually passed away. We were not allowed to see him "due to the pandemic", and that made things so much worse. He was quite horribly abused, as became apparent when the funeral home tended to his body.
People need love and care that these type of establishes have no desire to provide. Maybe there are some good ones, somewhere. But, in all of my experience, I've never seen one that was good to the people living there. A person needs love and a lot of company, I think, to have a chance to overcome the realities of a nursing home.
Your poem is raw truth, to be felt. Seeing also that you wrote "Hospital Room" just prior, I have to ask if this is what you're going through, yourself? I hope not, and if you are I truly pray that someone lovingly will come through for you.