quiet whispers, quiet moans
what pain these walls have seen
both physical and mental
a little girl clenches a locket, praying for it's owner to take another breath
a frantic mom pleading with nurses to let her see her son
a father pacing back and forth outside the deleviry room
allas, our last room
a young boy silent and still
monitors being plucked off of his chest
a weeping aunt and mother watch in the corner as the child's oxygen is turned off
his paralized hand gently is placed by his side
the doctor meerly looks down at his feet avoiding angry eyes
and left the room with such sorrow, questioning if he did all he could.
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2 comments:
very deep meaning to the poem... and I really love it ^^ thats a very interesting title too... awesome ;D
I really like the title its like a twist on an old saying. good poem
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