There is something completely unnatural about a hospital wing.
The dulling hum from the ventilation system
That seems to impede upon the vehicles on conscience,
TV monitors too quiet to bring forward any discernible syllables,
Morphing English into a new language of mumbled syntax and juxtaposed vowels.
Always the waiting patients stare at one another,
Playing ‘Guess Who’ with disease and plague.
We are the weakened lot of the earth
Dependent upon the miracles of science,
The curative tendencies of overcompensation.
Here time weaves in and out of itself,
For some, the seconds crawl like a slow-killing bacteria,
Settling within the muscles and marrow,
Devouring the hope of a God-pleading family from within.
For others, they pass like racing comets,
Too few between the first mumbled goodbye and the last breath,
Colliding with violent eruption and silent brevity.
What is this that lingers around the dying?
This ambiguous cloud that silences the soul,
Drains emotion.
There is something completely unnatural about a hospital wing.
Augury and Memory 
Beautiful poem. Waiting rooms scare me. Probably because of a time i sent two weeks on admission due to malaria and smelt hopelessness around me .
Malaria, geez. I visited my Grandmother (The one my Tethered series was written for) day after day for some time while she was suffering from cancer, but I have never had to spend a night in a hospital. I cannot imagine what the experience must have been like. The crazy thing is that you can like you say ‘smell’ that hopelessness, but there is also a rancid ulcer that seems to be eating away at people and keeping them trapped there. It is this thick ambiguous cloud of…despair I suppose is the only way I can think of it. And that was especially hard the week that we visited my Grandmother before she finally passed last July 3rd. The wing she was designated to was for terminal patients with brain trauma that did not have much more time to live or were not functioning mentally the same as they use to. Something exists in those halls that makes brevity seem like a passerby.
I’m starting to think i’ll opt for a home birth many years from now when i become a mum. Sorry about your loss. 😦
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I’m already following you haha. Home birth sounds like a bit of a challenge though. Unless you can have medical staff there or at least a professional.
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