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.
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