Room number four

Room number four

A Poem by nastasimir
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Hospital experience

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Room number four

 

In-room number four,

Death was hidden under the white blanket.

On the first bed left from the door

It stood and scared those who were having dinner.

Death was waiting to be taken away.

They came to pick it up with the same white bed.

And they took him away with a ghostly screech of wheels.

That's how I saw death for the first time.

And a hundred more times in the semi-darkness of my hospital room I saw that white bed.

And I listened to that eerie screeching of the wheels.

 

© 2023 nastasimir


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nastasimir
nastasimir

Petrovac, Coast of Montenegro, Montenegro



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Living in Montenegro Writing poetry short stories and novels. I published one book of poetry one book of short stories and one novel. All written in Montenegrin. more..

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