There He Lies (Sequal to 'There He Sits')

He used to sit there,
Eyes glazed over,
But now, he is gone,
Never to sit and stare again.

We still don’t know what happened,
Was it an accident or a plan?
One minute, he was there,
And the next, he wasn’t.

It was all so quiet,
No screams or shouts or gasps,
After all, he barely had
A life to lose in the first place.

There were no people
Coming in to visit him.
Nobody seemed to care about
The immobile, mindless one.

We aren’t sure where he came from,
As he was dumped on our doorstep
Many years ago, sixteen to be exact,
And he never once had a visitor.

But now he’s in a better place,
One full of movement and laughter.
Not this dreary, white-washed prison
That held him for sixteen long years.

Of course, he has visitors now,
Those silent shadows gliding past him new home.
But this one, instead of being so blindingly white,
Is made of wood, metal, and plush velvet lining.

He used to sit there,
Right there, by the window,
But now, he is gone,
Never to sit and stare again.

Copyright 2009 by Rebecca Norman