by Rebecca Healy

Created on: February 12, 2009

Hospital

Silent corridors.

Black and white photography

which tells me what happened

At 2.49am on a cold winters morning

Nurses with strained smiles

And trained patience

Orderlies who are past caring carry out their jobs like clockwork

Their minds elsewhere

I feel so small in this

Lonely corridor

So tiny in the elevator

My heart in my mouth

I walk the silent corridor

Tears in my eyes

I search for the room

I stumble, I am lost

I'm looking

When I find it, there will be

No happy ending

Just closed eyes and shallow

Breathing

Small movements, so fragile

Lines and switches

Disjointed beeps

How I hate it here

Clincal lines which drain and drain my hope

But I will stay as long as I can

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