Braylen

The nurses rushing like bushels of people in Grand Central Station. I was in a crowded room, Yet I felt so alone. My world had stopped. Soon enough, the rush was over and everyone seemed to be dejected, yet my countenance filled with confusion. Why were people passing me with glances of sympathy? Now I know, my world had stopped. The constant “beep, beep, beep,” had faded into the silence. The heart monitor that was once doing jumping jacks had died. Now his world had stopped. His skin was cold like the breeze rustling the leaves. The blanket had a nice fold keeping his tiny body covered. Not one breath was yet to leave his chest. Not a dream yet dreamt, his life was ripped from the seams. His world had stopped. While I diverged from the rest of the family, I walked down the white hallways where the cries still lingered. The staff had doffed their masks and hats, some bowed their heads, while others eyes glazed deep into my soul. The world had stopped.