Life Support
I remember the hospital bed
Cold, unforgiving as it was
With tubes stretching out like an octopus
Holding life ransom or saving it
The room and walls too
Painted white, the color of death
As opposed to the black we all seem to venerate
White slyly snatches the mantle
White walls, white funeral shrouds, white clouds to heaven
The waiting room should be dreaded most
Filled with guests, praying ones
What prayer they tell we cannot tell
Feet rustling, nurses hushing, doctors “sans joie”
Oh, how I hate the hospital.
Yet I think of how many have saved my life.
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