Blue scrubs, white coats
Frantically running around.
“Don’t worry,” they said, “he’ll be okay.”
My heart is hanging like a wire
And my brain is filled with emptiness.
I look around to see if I’m the only one
Feeling this way.
I see a woman
And tears are streaming down her face
Like raindrops on a windowpane
I hear a man scream from far
Like a thunder cloud.
I can’t stand it.
I just can’t.
The atmosphere in the room was so thick,
It was swallowing me up.
I walk out.
I went into the nature
and shut my eyes and smell in the fresh daisies.
I hear birds singing
And lilies dancing in the wind.
For the first time since I entered the empty white prison,
I feel calm and at peace.
However, when I open my eyes,
The lilies weren’t dancing.
They were withering and hopelessly crying for help.
The gloominess of the sky is radiating out and into me
While the thunder is shouting at me.
I hopelessly gaze afar like an empty soul waiting to be taken away.
Finally, I hear my calling.
I walk back in, with a heavy heart,
As I await for the news that is brought upon me
whi I silently chant,
“He’ll be okay.”