White coats,
White walls,
The death hotel.
That antiseptic smell
of anticipation and fear.
Broken families litter the corridors,
In the shadow of the reaper,
as he continues his rounds.
My hope died at the door.
Footsteps echo in the corridor,
and in my mind,
interrupted only by the blip blip blip
of an alien machine.
Unwelcomed, false pleasantries
exchanged on the wards,
as more beds are emptied,
more lives slip into the void of the forgotten.
into the void
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