He Ran Out of the Hospital

for AMP through the dark hallway opened the front door passing by the garden He took off his shoes and threw them away bumping into bare feet sand with dust gravel in sand On a white bed White cloth Covered Conversations with white-faced friends came up "Where does it pain?" "hungry" "Why are you sick?" "hungry" "How are you sick?" "hungry" "Will it be better?" "When I'm not hungry" There was only one answer to ten different questions He, Albert, was bleeding from the sole of the feet Tears flowed when it hurt while running Albert thought “The children did not shed tears even when they get hurt I guess I shed tears when i hurt I am not sick" but the worse the wound gets where it hurts It wasn't the soles of his feet, it was his left chest.