Finding hospice

Finding hospice Finding myself in a strange land Bedrooms beacon People are beyond struggling Skin like paper bark Inhuman sunken eyes Terse and anxious beings Lights are dimmed Soft voices strain to hear each other Explanations offered for the unexplainable Computer screens flash through menus Piles of magazines grace tables Bookshelves are laden Looking for the face I know The safe haven A tree filled glade Time to let out the scream Of joy and pain for whole damn lot.