By Isabella Pittaway
Room of nothing,
In the distance; beeps are loud.
Darkened skies, downpours threaten,
Boredom looms in the distance.
Sliding doors open and close,
Wanderers from across the land.
Smiles and ‘thank you’s’ fill the room
Friendly niceties for passers by.
Ask me questions; I will answer,
Directions to places you don’t know.
Beeps are consistent, reminders of reality
Of where we are and what has to be done,
Preventing me from fully slipping into a daydream world.