In dark dreams
I walk again
those empty
hospital corridors
with their dull lights
and smell of disinfect
and death
in those dreams
I look for you again
my son
passing by
the blanks faces
of others
looking at
their eyes
for glimpses of life
or concern
or such
as humans
sometimes have
I go by
room after room
pass porters
pushing
the occasional trolley
by the various
side wards
passing by
the bright lights
of hospital shops
in the dream
I am hoping
to find you once more
sitting there
on the bed
your back turned
your head lowered
but this time
I am hoping
for a healthier you
my son
not one so ill
so lost
in this dream
sunlight shines
through the window
of the small ward
a bird sings
not that dull curtain
the murmur
of voices
the usual limbo like
air about the place
this time my son
I wish to find you well
looking at me
with your own
familiar smile
not that haunted
expression
and tired eyes
that draw from me
a steam
of deep felt cries.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 5:01 AM UTC
In dark dreams
I walk again
those empty
hospital corridors
with their dull lights
and smell of disinfect
and death
in those dreams
I look for you again
my son
passing by
the blanks faces
of others
looking at
their eyes
for glimpses of life
or concern
or such
as humans
sometimes have
I go by
room after room
pass porters
pushing
the occasional trolley
by the various
side wards
passing by
the bright lights
of hospital shops
in the dream
I am hoping
to find you once more
sitting there
on the bed
your back turned
your head lowered
but this time
I am hoping
for a healthier you
my son
not one so ill
so lost
in this dream
sunlight shines
through the window
of the small ward
a bird sings
not that dull curtain
the murmur
of voices
the usual limbo like
air about the place
this time my son
I wish to find you well
looking at me
with your own
familiar smile
not that haunted
expression
and tired eyes
that draw from me
a steam
of deep felt cries.
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