Hospital Room #8

Looking at the ceiling,
Room #8,
Watching TV,
Trying to figure out what to believe.
I'm not certain of anything.
Time passes with no notice
It's a blur of seconds
Of hours awake between moments asleep.
I have dreams while awake
I shake myself awake.
No day or night
When there's no windows.
I've been here these weeks
Waiting for a new home.

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