Hospital

To think that these bleached white walls

Are the last thing they saw,

Before they drifted off.

 

Yet this place of great sorrow

Where many spend their last moments,

Is also a dome of eternal grace.

 

Where newborns enter the world

Wrapped in soft warm blankets,

Lovingly passed from arm to arm.

 

One last shaky breath is taken,

A tear rolls down weary eyes,

And I drift away.

 

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Dead Miracle

He sat there in total silence,

Lost in his own world

He blocked out the proof around him,

Not wanting to be hurt

 

Staring out the window,

Wishing for things to be better

Dreaming about things he’d never do,

And lives he’d never live

 

The nurse came in with the needle,

And he couldn’t help but sigh

He prayed that the doctors would save him,

So he’d live past twenty-five

 

This was his life,

Since the day he turned two

That was the day he got sick,

And he’s never gotten better

 

He knew it was killing him,

He knew his days were numbered

But he couldn’t stop hoping for a miracle,

And a dream he never got.

 

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