The continuem

Walking out of the hospital

The sun is setting

The car park fallen quiet

Empty slots

Hollow spaces

All of this

Out here

Still working like clockwork

Back there

The doors slide close

On an alternate universe

Which runs on trolley wheels

And worried faces

IV drips

Loose sheets on tight clipboards

Tighter lips held closed

Around unsaid words

And ears that strain to hear what is being said

And not said

Breathe deep the fresh evening air

And feel crushed spirits rising

It’s good to hear the birdsong

And know

Life goes on

It’s good to hear the birdsong

And know

Life goes on

No matter what

The world out here

Continues

On and on infinitum

No matter what goes on

Back there

7 thoughts on “The continuem

  1. Hospitals always feel like all the intense emotions of the patients, and staff, who use them are almost oozing out of the walls. No wonder it’s such a relief to get on the outside of them.

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