In your presence but not seen,
just another diagnosis.
Words spoken but not received.
They travel around the room and stick
to the walls that hold the sufferings of those before me.
At the end of the day your empty rooms are filled,
with words and questions left unspoken.
They yearn and long to be connected,
but remain pieces of a puzzle lost forever.
In your presence but not seen,
just another diagnosis.
Looking for a ray of hope,
to be guided down the path of overcoming,
but the only light that shines in your room,
is from the screen that distracts you,
how unbecoming.
In your presence but not seen,
just another diagnosis.
Lying motionless on your assembly line.
Just another broken part in your factory,
waiting to be fixed.
Vulnerable, confused, and scared,
surrounded by the stares of bright minds.
The only light that shines is from the lamp above.
It slowly fades away with each moment,
and each breathe taken.
In your presence but not seen,
just another diagnosis.
Awoken from a state of slumber.
Stamped with the signature of your instruments,
that have sewn me back together.
An example of your handiwork.
An outcome of your craft.
An object that has been fixed.
Sent out on a gurney,
with no clear expectations,
or what to expect on this journey.
