Poems, Chatter-Chatter, and some..

The cold of the hospital..

I sit calmly on this comfy chair,

Maybe one of the very few good things about it here,

The cold is one thing, I cannot bare.

I wiggle my toes as they begin to go numb,

I cross my legs from side to side, in hopes of distraction of what's going on,

Turning to see if I can catch a glimpse of anything important to me,

But nothing interesting, so I calmly just sit.

Smiles of people, wheel chairs and crutches,

All of the things I hovering my surrounding,

Old, young, newborns, teenagers and unknowns,

All come here, all soo cold.

But what is worse?

The illness or the cold?

The disappointment or the loss?

The numbness or the hurt?

So many people here in the hospital,

All growing impatient, all growing old.

Nothing to look forward to anymore,

So we just grow hopeless and cold,

Just like this miserable place, much too cold, much too cold.

*LoraCovet.