continuing the theme
Both Sides of the Glass
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One fine spring day, or is it a nasty winter day,
I am on the ward floor playing a game
With the kids, though kids is the wrong word.
This is, by name, the adolescent psych ward,
Though some are yet to be adolescent, while
Others look older than me. Hard use will do that.
I see we are being watched through the ward
Observation window by a team of interns.
The don’t know me. I am on the wrong side
Of the glass. I despise them for their note-taking,
For their assumptions. A snarl wells in my throat.
Later, at our staff meeting, I am on the proper side
Of the glass, safe and complicit. It’s a fine line,
This pane of glass, but irreversibly definitive.
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Sonnet by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-07-15 at 14:48
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