Hospital Waiting Room

 

Hospital Waiting Room

Source: Fior di Luna

The hauntingly mournful smell of gravestones,
fading flesh, and forgotten meals.

The bulb above the ICU
flickers in confusion — 
a patient hovers
between light and death.

Don’t worry. It’s nothing serious.

Beneath a mask of stillness, tremors are separated from wombs.

Hands clasped in aching hope,
roses with thorns, eyes shut tight.
Not all that bleeds
is red.

In and out,
up and down,
if God is everywhere,
where is He now?

A temple amid the corpses,
here, the god is Hope — 
a little more Time,
a little less pain.

When Love is not enough.

A pause.

Through weary eyes, I follow the clock’s relentless crawl.
The machines beep with frantic urgency.

When Faith is not enough.

Time stretches, a languid river,
where each moment feels like an eternity.

Who will you save
when the whole world is dying?
From the inevitable sacrifice — 
That is Life.

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