The Care Center

In solitude of endless days

Long and lonesome nights,

They sit inside their lonely rooms

Clinging on to life.

 

With solitude their constant friend

They wear away the days,

Longing for familiar sounds

Attached to family names.

 

Those strangely silent voices

Too faraway to hear

Forget the pangs of loneliness

So prevalent in here.

 

Odd, how some detach themselves,

Seldom show their face.

This world where emptiness is king,

Avoided like the plague.

 

Perhaps it is an inner fear,

Afraid that they might be

Someday confined inside these walls

Where friends are seldom seen.

Copyright 2001 by Layne S. Porter