Bright lights burn above,
sterile smells lurk the halls.
Crinkled bed used by many,
rooms so small.
Different people, same white coats,
so degrading,
making you feel like a joke.
Window view of grey building,
tangle of tubes.
Small, crowded bathroom,
constricting room.
Stethoscope on your chest,
hearing each pain ridden breath.
They say you are fine,
you just need some rest.
Bruised eyes,
bruised veins,
busy yourself in an attempt to stay sane.
Decorations, from red to blue,
to make it feel more inviting
more like home,
but each ones a lie
a distraction at most.
No one here wants to help you,
it's an obvious fact
they just want the paycheck,
and you off their back.
YOU ARE READING
where tears may fall.
Puisiwords unspoken and lost, skittering away to plant themselves on paper. i'd love to hear feedback [it may or may not be vital for my self esteem]; thanks for taking the time to read my sad, silly thoughts. [lowercase intended.]
