I wonder if anyone notices us here
Swimming in a corner of calm in a sea of catastrophe
Our colorful fins placed here to bring some sense of ease
Swimming leisurely back and forth behind this dirty glass
Observing all the people which pass
In this chaotic emergency room
I peck the glass and stare
Rushing people
Miserable, gruesome and bloodstained
Newborns to old age
The room’s seats Cramped at every hour
The seat’s passengers sit anxiously to hear their name
Gloom painted sloppily on their face
I live my life observing this dry display
Each and every day as the paint slowly chips away

My view of this painting gradually turns black
Each color has come to be washed away
Black the only item left
The paint chips dry and crippled
Of this
Once color filled display
My eyes see black
As dead and blank as the people
This art once portrayed