First Night

My sweaty hand is gripping,

I consider this stranger’s face.

Her smile may be welcoming,

But I don’t know this place.

 

The bed sits in the corner,

Blank walls a dull grey blue

            Shadowed by the twilight,           

At least I know this hue.

 

She says I must be sleepy,

If I need anything I should ask,

The door closes behind her

Just as fear defeats my mask.

 

This place overwhelms me,

My tears fall with a splash,

On the hand that releases

My world, bundled like trash.

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