Forgotten

I sit — my existence? — a cage.
When I look out — a grey brick
wall is my view.

My life now is one of waiting.
Always waiting — eventually one
becomes good at that.

I wait for everything — toilet paper,
food, the always hoped-for but seldom
realized letter — always waiting.

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