The Ward's Frowns and Foulness

She dropped a tiny tear that was unhappy
it had inhabited an inhospitable hospital.

All she wanted at that aching moment in time
was to forget herself and the woes of the day.

The odor of neglect and scarcity in that ward
seemed to knock the breath out of her body.

She wanted sanity to live within the flexibilities
of her mind, but nightmarish poverty freewheeled.

Engulfed by a rage at having to put up with the mess,
her wounded soul winded the thorny thread of decay and depravity.