The Girl on the Bed
I walk through the corridors of the hospital
I see nothing but white
And it smells like antiseptic and death
I've been coming every day since I had seen her accidentally
She is battling with cancer in her own little head
I know that now she is just a shell of her own self
As she lies on the hospital bed
she has shut herself out
As her world has turned upside down
They asked me why I go to meet a girl
Who doesn't even whisper a word
I don't know why I do it
But I just do
Now as I open the door to her room
I put on my ever so happy facade
To hide the pain in my eyes
I see her lying on the bed
She seems to be merging with the white room
Her dim eyes turn towards mine
As I take a seat beside her bed
Her fragile's frame turns toward me
I rant about my crazy silly stuff that goes on in my life
I share it with her like we're old school friends catching up
It's just simple things
But they seem to bring her peace
As she drifts into sleep
A serene smile settles on her lips
Though she never says a word
Her eyes tell me more than she can ever say
My heart sinks as its time to leave
It will wait to beat until I see the girl on the bed again
Beautiful girl on the bed who occupies my thoughts at night
I wish I could make everything right.
- The Boy in the Chair
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Love, Soul - Seeker.
PoesíaThere are days when we are tired and days that we cannot carry on anymore. For those days we should look back to the good days in life. . . . This is just some random stuff to muse you when you feel weary. Bring a little smile and brighten your day...
