Support worker
Hoody, vape and tatt
All night I've been sat
Another coffee will wake me up
Here's a magazine, take my cup
Alone on the ward, feeling bored
My eyes crush a matchstick hoard
Marks and scuffs on the walls
Remind me of times, restraints and all
Long days and nights settle in my thoughts
Old faces, names, and incidences haunt
Decisions made, young people blamed
Least restrictive rules sought
Be brave, counter and banter
A world some traverse at a canter
While alone you feel
Vile images make you reel
How are they now I wonder,
Discharged, in care or asunder?
Wherever they are, I'm here
Cards to the chest and without a tear
So where's my coffee and when's my break?
As my knees creak for their heartache
Sleep deprived, not nine to five
Trying to keep you alive