The Hospital

Composed 5/14/15
Description: My uncle recently had surgery, and my family took him to a clinic to help his recovery. The clinic was located in a hospital unfamiliar to all of us. Huge and located near downtown, it seemed different than any hospital I’ve been to. As I waited with my dad at one end of the hallway, I penned this poem under the light drifting in through the window.

The sterile hall is lined with skid marks
The whole place seems abandoned
Just a few wander bemused
Like they got sucked into a vortex
And ended up here

I could wander these halls for days
Until I fall
Into a daze
Light tries to make it through
But it just shows the dirt
The shadow
The implicit grunge

What happened here?
How long until we’re tossed
Out the windows?


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