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?
Scraps of Paper 