Poem -



Winters day,
Dull, cloudy, grey sky,
Birds perch on sill,
Fattened by patients that feed,

The room, quiet and small,
The bed, sheets of white,
A chair beside,
For those who come,
A small dresser,
With bags of sweets,
Littered with possessions,

The smell... Sickly,
Makes my stomach churn,
I can feel the infection,
Clawing at my skin,

I sit on same bed,
Staring out at the dull day,
Perfectly reflecting my feelingโ€”
The dull ache in me,

I see her... Weakened warrior,
Who fights like her mother,
Without thought of self
Only of other,

I young, watch the horror unfold,
Helpless... Angry... Powerless.

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Hazel Oโ€™Grady

Thank you ๐Ÿ˜. It was wrote a while back and is an older piece than ones Iโ€™ve posted.ย 

Gerard McGowan

Great observations here, I can relate to this, I've sat there, on the end of the same bed and watched as my loved ones fade into the grey.

โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹Excellent poetry Hazel.