a wheelchair doesn't need balloons

i silently look around.
this is a place where people can enjoy being here.
it's worth the stay
it's worth the pay
i look around and see, unlike some people here
i can see things they don’t
but they see things i could never see
it has a distinct smell.
a smell that encapsulates
death
decay
forgetting
as if synaesthesia became an action
the burning taste of stale rank depression
the aching of longing and loneliness
i want to go home
but you are
i want her to move
it's a man, mad' dam
there is no nursing here
it’s home to the aiding of decay
time stands still
you cannot move on
you cannot relive the happiness of the past
you are trapped in the now
trapped to watch the drool slowly drip
drip, drip, fall, splash
on the afghan you know will be missing in a week
you cannot leave that paralyzing moment
your mind, like hers
freezes
you cannot escape
look.
LOOK - at what has become
look - at what cannot be undone
look - at how the great pyramids, empires, and monarchs have not fallen
nearly as bad as this
no, no one has known suffering like this
no one has seen such greatness crumble down and obliterated in a matter of days
such as this

this
she raised a strong family
ran a strong house
stood for great values
helped make me
this.