Scenes From the Hopital
In the darkness of the night,
And the strageness of the tide,
In the noise of the echoeing sirens,
In the disguise of the tidiness.
What do you see?
I see a battle strivivng on,
With death raging on.
I see a plethora of emotions
Waving on,
Asking the man,
To persevre on.
How absurd of me?
I see an unending sea of darkness,
A gloominess, where even the light is harnessed.
No, no, no, it is the only place,
Where I seek solace.
Why? I ask.
It is the only place without mask.
Where originality steps in,
Where a spectrum of emotions is spread around.
Life and death are the tragedies,
One is accustomed to.
But, this is the place,
Where hope is blazed.
