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Down the road in a small little room is a white hospital whose nurses have numbers,
Bleached walls that have small creases and ceilings that contain small dots,
To pacify time, to pacify patients who can’t quite keep a straight face at the needle,
To numb a mind of a room down the hall with a man who stands so tall and so wide,
So broad with arms so full of anger, angst that consumed blood and fueled a vision,
A vision that seemed so transfixed on the things that mattered nearly not,
But to spill those nurses on the floor.

He needed no worldly things to keep him satisfied, no drugs or drink to fuel his habits,
Only needles that would please the brain if only for a moment, to keep out the bad.
It kept him stable, so gentle and so weak, it kept him quiet so the nurses could slumber.
While one drank and drank so she could work lazily without movement, the other whimpered to his room,
Whispered soft words of encouragement, so sweet, so soft, so sound,
That laid the beast to a calm, kind rest.

But in the morning when the sun came and shone, when the sky was clear of clouds,
His drugs ventured off from the body, and anger returned with memories of the ones who had hurt him,
Bringing him only those feelings that made him grip deep into the fabric to abuse the upholstery.
Sober and hostile, one nurse walked in, with her hand raised high to intimidate, she spoke,
“You get up, you big monster, and you leave us alone. By God if I have to, I’ll stick you again.
Your mother should be embarrassed, your father¾disgusted, your cousin, and uncles, aunts and the rest,
By all the possessions in my home that I own, what a disgrace you are to yourself and this place.”

Even worse, upset by these words, he continued no different, only battered and beaten much worse than before,
He stood up and watched as the nurse slowly left, the needle in her hand moving ever so far away.
The other walked in apologetically, begging forgiveness for her other half’s ignorance,
And she sat down and tamed this creature with ease, with soft stories that chilled his ears.
What people couldn’t understand, they simply feared, and in this case, they drugged,
In hopes that they could stop him and dope him so easily that unstable he walked,
That each day became more difficult to stand and to move,
Until the medicine dried up, and could stand no more.