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.