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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #895327
A response to my grandma being hospitalized and an exploration of personal fears.
The long, slick hallways
Stretch out before me
One small step takes forever
As I slowly approach my fear

The silence pierces my brain
Like a thousand shrill screams
I shouldn't be here in the first place
Nobody should

I pass the rooms all around me
The rooms filled with sorrow, with suffering
I look straight ahead into nothing
And try so hard not to stare

I finally reach my destination
That room at the end of the hall
The crisp white sheets and pillowcases
She lies there helplessly in pain

I'm in the building that swallows suffering people
And spits them back in worse condition
Confining the people who need so much help
The help they will never receive

Are they as scared as I am?
Of floating toward the light
A split second will decide
When their souls will fade away

If there is a god
Where is he now?
It's always the innocents who endure the pain
Please take someone else this time

For a moment I take a step back from my body
As if I were my own shadow
I see a person who is healthy
A person who takes so much for granted

I scan the room and face my fear
The intense agony, the incomprehensible suffering
The fear of losing someone I love
The fear of losing myself
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