Angels In Blue
Angels in Blue
Saints in Green
The hospital is a cold and sterile place.
It is not meant to be…
warm or nice.
It is meant to be a building…
set aside;
to let life win and death,
have no chance at all.
The emergency rooms:
are packed,
now…
all the time.
Coughing,
and gasping can be heard,
not just from the sick,
but by those that attend them…
closely.
Fearlessly nurses, doctors,
and all those involved with care;
move about.
Their dance,
one step ahead of the horseman,
two leaps ahead of tomorrows…
front page news.
What heroes,
shadows of hope…
Smiles offered to strangers,
that can not be comforted by friends,
or family(ies).
All are fearful of the spread,
and more...
the pain and the cost,
of simply being close enough…
to say “goodbye”.
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