by Karla Hernandez

Created on: July 10, 2009   Last Updated: July 11, 2009

I see the faces,

Each with a pose,

Leaving the place

That houses the ill,

A place for the dying

They poise themselves-

Some smiling, some crying.

In empty passages,

Some lost souls remain,

Alone, I see them still

Yet, no one came.

A small slice of spirit

Left in the passageways

Of their lives.

I stand here,

I see them all

In baron reality they shine;

Yet, the spirit that calls me,

Is mine.

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