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THE H.S.U.
(MCI Shirley)
by Timothy J. Muise
*******
Darkness fills the room,
Ten pounds into a five pound sack.
Once you enter this madness,
There's a slim chance of coming back.
Dementia, disability, ills outside the norm,
You cannot escape them right in your face.
A living nightmare with paid demons,
You're trapped in the midst of a great disgrace.
Old men lay in filth,
Hours at a time.
Young guards ignore their cries,
Such jadedness is the real crime.
Don't let me end up in this hell,
Kill me before such a fate.
Hear my cries sooner than later,
Place the pillow over my face.
Baby Blues
by Timothy J. Muise
*******
Her baby blues pierce me,
Like daggers through thick lashes.
They cut so surely,
My heart reduced to ashes.
I love her but cannot say,
My burden ready to burst.
I cross her vast desert,
Only her love can quench my thirst.
Baby blues are a mirage,
They vanish upon arrival.
I'd journey once again,
As her dream has no rival.
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