Unmiracled Poems | Examples

Er At Shands

In there eyes,littering the place 
Like trash, I see the direlects, trace 
The broken shards of faith scattered 
Across lobby, waiting out the futility 
Of their unmiracled lives. Stuttered 
Hope looks at me, another disability 
Coming to this Siloam where no angel fly. 
Money buys no life, but without it we die 
In the very presence of the medicine in 
These emergency rooms carcassed with sin. 
Dying to get well 
We live between the pain of death 
And the despair of hell. 
The wait, undurable, spawns sunset 
to sunset and chasm between. The eyes 
Closed, resigned to the fate that denies 
Man a creed 
That life against all odds must succeed.