The Ward
They walk the ward
No voices
Surrounded in silence
Eyes that don't see
Mouths they have
But words that don't work
On the ward there is emptiness
Looks that just gaze
As if in a maze
Confused by the days
They can only but gaze
Ready to pounce
The walls seem to move
But nothing is ever smooth
Such are the days
As it continues to stays
Even if you were amazed
They wish it could be erased
But this is the way on the ward
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