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I'm tired

She said aloud to no one

Watching the shuffling patients file

Through whispering doors

To hallowed floors

Once spattered with blood and bile

Her mind is at ease in mountains

In forests, meadows, and glades

She longs to breathe the sea in

On these hot dense concrete days

Her aching heart is pattering

A slower sadder pace

Having in the smaller hours

Been made to feel displaced

The clotted, jerking flow

Of the hospital's sad parade

Seems a constant sorrow

Of the life that she has made.