Peace At Last

encumbered in annoyance they pretend to sympathize showing their benevolence to empathetic eyes broken,callus memories angry at the sky no apparent reason why a two day old would die bloody sheets and flowers in a tiny little cell drapes hang from the ceiling as dreams fall down the well down the hall I hear them cry I hear proud fathers brag "why am I still on this floor?" the nurses hear me nag the hours seem like decades as the gurney rolls on past and then the door swings open the doctor's back at last "where now is my miracle?" to you dear god I ask all I hear is silence sigh, it's peace at last.