The Foundations Of Love.

Tonight we face the biggest fear
They have taken her through
To the immaculate room
Where wires and beeping noises
Become interconnected.

There’s no silence deep enough to count
There’s conversations of a complex nature
People flap like birds, and the space,
Starts to fill up and human spirit falls.

The beeps soar into louder frequencies
We’re scared, rooted to the ground,
Our legs won’t move, our hearts pulsate,
Our dreams begin to fade into a grey
Thicker than smoke from the industrial wasteland.

Empty shells, we’ve become hollowed out mannequins, with no feeling left,
To pull the sheets over our faces
To stop this scene from freezing our souls.

The light confirms that we’re frozen
To the middle of this room
The beeps fade, and we’re seeing pictures of her, moving close to the frame, and her tiny fingers smudge the glass.

This isn’t a dream
It’s what a fever does to you
We’re sick, but she’s critical,
Holding onto the world
The foundations of love.

We disband from each other
Our eyes open
And the beeping sound comes in force,
She’s alive, sinking back into a life,
She’s frail, her optimism drawn from times of great strength.

They stand back, and the light outweighs the greyness,

‘’ She’s alive, and you’re back in the room’’