Room number four
In-room number four,
Death was hidden under the white blanket.
On the first bed left from the door
It stood and scared those who were having dinner.
Death was waiting to be taken away.
They came to pick it up with the same white bed.
And they took him away with a ghostly screech of wheels.
That's how I saw death for the first time.
And a hundred more times in the semi-darkness of my hospital room I saw that white bed.
And I listened to that eerie screeching of the wheels.
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Comments1
such vivid imagery
sad, that you express such despair
so clearly
I'm sorry for what experiences
gave you this level of insight..
I imagine
'the what-if I'm next, fears'
and the waiting were the worst..
thank you! for choosing to share
'stay' strong!
I was 24 when I saw that in the hospital room. I was going to have dinner and my eye caught that moment. Such a bizarre moment.
Thank you Mek noticing my poem and commenting
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