Somedays
just don't seem to pass,
they
hang so heavy on me,
soggy
drapes on a rainy day;
blocking
the sunlight, gloomy and dull.
And
I wait , sitting here
on
a wooden bench in a shadowy corridor
with
a bored expression on my face
slightly
confused, hiding my anxiety.
The
smell of disinfectants ,
does
nothing to calm my senses,
rather
in a way they irritate me.
Reminding
me of all the lost ones
and
the tragedies , each one of them,
who
went away and never came back.
All
these thoughts come to me,
as
I wait on a wooden bench,
in
a shadowy corridor of a hospital,
with
nothing else to do but wait .
For
the reports of all those tests they
did
with my body, just to tell me
things
which I will never understand.
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