Within this hotel,
of devoured
minds.
I sit, alone,
ponder,
and
wonder.

Faces,
impassioned.
Hearing,
muffles,
moans,
cries.

This,
wasteland,
of
Humanity.

Sane,
as any, man
can be.

“Smoke Break!”

Patter of feet,
gleeful
echoes.

Endless ringing,
ringing, ringing-
babbling
goes
the phone.
Loved ones
reaching into the night,
Comforting,
lost,
confused, souls.

Who comforts,
the angels,
in
white?