Sitting
in hospitals
always were uncomfortable
The constant beep beep
droned on like dwindling life
the second it dropped(dead?) so did
the person. The nurses and doctors bustled
around faces hidden behind the masks of zombies
Never having a hopeful feeling, just like the hospital
it had turned into a grey place where time stopped.
When you go in you either come out or never do.
Its just the time waiting, with a touch of gloom and despair
Begging to be released from the ongoing spell of a mundane robotic deathly silence
that dripped from every wall, crept in every crevice, oozed from every ceiling and lay on every floor



I
tried to
distract myself by
reading a magazine in
the waiting room but the
empty feeling of doom gripped my
heart. I watched an old man not
able to see his wife complaining to the
desk. My heart went out to this man. His
reality felt so real, so grown up, so emotional. The
shame that came from the unexpected, the unaccepting, tried, cowering, mind,
Came over me with the incapable, weakening walk of my own down
the dreary, grim hall to the quiet pointless goodbyes of family to a
statue that resembles a grandmother I used to know. The taste
of words came into my mouth a shout that came out into a whisper "grandma",
but like this man something stopped me, the reality, of my world.