The Waiting Room
Sat here waiting
Stupid posters on the wall
Like knowing 1/4 matters
Mental health for all.
The chairs are stained and dirty,
Water fountain broke,
Magazines outdated.
Even leaflets on a stroke.
The receptionist she mumbles,
Or is it the glass screen,
Protects her from the patients,
Ring bells - they are unclean.
Mental or a leper,
It really doesn't matter.
You're all in this together,
They even let us out.
The medicines are poison,
Therapy such a joke.
It really doesn't help them,
Their minds are really broke.
They say you might recover,
Talk it through again.
Rake up best forgotten,
Relive a little pain.
Paul Waring
Tue 28th Feb 2017 22:51
Well written and well said Louise. I used to work in the NHS and the reality of how it functions (or not) can be scary, amd you've depicted that.
Paul