The white walls are shining
As light breaks through
The swinging doors
The long hallways
Millions of rooms, searching
For anonymous patients
Scattered people
Smiling people
Despairing people
Running feet
Running doctors
Running tears
The smell of alcohol
Diffusing from the nurse’s hand
Medicine, needles
The men in white
Rushing to the rooms
Names being called overhead
Beeping from the heart monitor
New lives’ cry ringing out
Screaming commands echoing
Weeping happiness
Weeping hope
Weeping loss
Systems of lines and tubes
Holding on with just one breath
Isolated, standing on the turning point
News of unavoidable accidents
News of unforgiving truth
News of innocent newborns
Splatter of blood
Dripping of cold sweat
Drumming of death marching
Light from the blue sky
Light on the operation table
Light fading away
And I’m standing there
Witnessing the chance
Grasped, or slipping
Not knowing his story
Or her sorrows, or of the
Evil crawling beneath their skin
I’m thinking
Of the people
Of the thoughts running
Through their minds
Their want, their need
Their desire of feeling
Their lover’s touch
The wind’s fingers
One last December
One last walk
Through life’s paintings
One last laugh…
Then silence.
Writer's note: the hospital is probably the only place that holds such polar-opposite emotions, situations...
