She only sees the weather
On the TV
She has forgotten
How it feels
To feel how the sun shines
On to her skin
The memories trapped
Within
Inside these walls
She often talks
To people
Who will console her
And now today she has to
Go outside
With bad feelings
In her mind
The waiting room is silent
As she sits
Her hand entwinned
In a grip
Inside these walls
She often talks
To people
Who will console her
And finally
Her health has changed
And now she
Goes outside again
It doesn't matter
If it's pouring down
And the wind will
Whistle round
The fact that she is
Outside and is free
It matters not a jot
It seems
Outside these walls
She often talks
To people
She's not seen for weeks