The Gate
«Find hope all ye who enter here»
That's what it says on it.
I’d enter, but it's locked.
I’d find, but it’s hopeless.
I'd smoke, but they say there's no smoking in here.
Okay, I'll go.
Gravity helped me to go down, nudging in the back,
so I could jump on the trolley
right before a couple of hefty nurses wheeled it into the reanimation room.
Copyright © Kurt Ravidas | Year Posted 2019
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