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 |