The Hospital


The dull, colourless tile lays plastered to the floor

 Warning all walking down the hall to abandon all hope

 Bright white walls add to the feelings of dread and despair radiated throughout

 While dark brown doors creak and crack as patients enter and leave

 Bleach, blood, and bad food reeks the hall causing people to open their doors

 Allowing visitors to hear nurses gossiping, patients crying, and doctors giving counsel

 But one room, 13, stays closed and silent

 Except for the sounds of a husband praying, sobbing, and comforting his wife

 As she lay on her bed, praying and sobbing as well

The End

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