The Hospital

I walked through the doors
Where life met death

At first it looked like a normal building
Just concrete, glass, furniture and flooring
Filled with people young and old
Where stories were told
And a café selling sweets and food
And where some nurses were rude

But, now, that picture is gone
The front it had left my mind, alone
These people are not friends
It's a place where croncrete crushes you until your bitter ends
The café is just a consolation prize
For when the halls are filled with cries

It's a lonely, dark place we all need to reach
To truly ascend from life to death.

© Franklin J. Stadler