When The Neon Lights Burn Out

The burden of
Independence is
An abandoned
Linoleum hallway
And I, slipper-clad,
Stand in the shadows

Empty beds, plastic sheets
Vacant counters,
Locked-down medicines
And machines:
All the tools are here,
Yet, not one in sight

Offering to check my vitals,
Speaking words of encouragement, or
Administering good health

I am both scared and safe
Within this lifeless place-
Listening to silence
And seemingly
Sourceless
Echoes