WaitingA Poem by J.K.P.Sitting in the E.R., I thought of this, and just scribbled it down later.
A symphony of pacing feet, monitor beeps, and children’s cries echo dully through rooms of cruel unfamiliarity, where cold white floors and harsh angles comfort none. Empty gurneys stand, cooly impersonal, despite having met each patient. They are imprinted with life stories, from the beginning, to the end. The slate continues to be wiped clean - a vain attempt. It is stained with sorrow. The mirrored clock tells me neither how long I’ve been here, nor how long I’ll stay, only that time continues on. Unwavering. Unyielding. Indifferent to unfulfilled dreams. I stretch my neck to peek outside the door. The wraith of a child stands at her doorway. Our eyes meet. Sympathy stretches across the distance.
They won’t even remember your name.
© 2009 J.K.P.Author's Note
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