White sheets lie stiffly
Stark
Sterile
Cold
Death on white wings
Clean at first glance
But stained underneath
With death, loss, and pain
Cursed space
An ache in the air
Empty for now
But never for long
Another comes
Sprawled across the sheets
The bed is his prison
The bed is his grave
Breath fails
Life leaves
His last memories
Are of stale hospital air
- starr
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Starfall (Poetry)
Poetry"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets." - Arthur Miller A messy collection of poems written in my formative years. 2016 - 2018 ~~~ Trigger warnings may apply to some of these. Completed
