
| At the Hallway's End
Author: TaltushMeiMei You want them to survive. You want them to stay alive. And you're trying, trying not to cry.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 413 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 3 - Published: 04-24-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2352573
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My sneakers squeak as I
walk down the white hallway.
That pungent, chemical
smell is making me sway.
Beds move all around,
from side to side - up and down,
And when I reached the
hallway's end suddenly I found…
Those bodies lying on
the bed just stare up at the sky.
No matter that the date
has changed, the days just don't go by.
And even though it's
clean and all I hear the raspy breaths.
And bit by bit the life
just goes, and I'm waiting for their deaths.
So, wait and wait,
and dream a bit.
The end will come on
soon.
And even as they
cannot sit
You're shooting
for the moon.
You want them to
survive.
You want them to
stay alive.
Against the yellow
pillow, their skin is white and bruised.
I think I've seen
this stain before – this outfit has been used.
I know that once upon a
time, someone else just lay and died.
I told them that
everything was great. I won't deny – I lied.
Somewhere out there,
it's happening, but here I'm just praying.
Despite bad news at
first I'd like to think they're improving.
And I listen to the
sound of respirators, and I hide.
I wish that I was two
again, and make this leave my mind.
So, wait and wait,
and dream a bit.
The end will come on
soon.
And even as they
cannot sit
You're shooting
for the moon.
You want them to
survive.
You want them to
stay alive.
And up and down the
stairs I go, just to say hello.
You think by now I'd
learn to smile – you think by now I'd grow.
But even as time
passes, nothing seems to change.
And with every day that
comes and goes, I just get more pain.
At every hallway,
there's an end – every hallway has a door.
At some point every
tenant knows that the time has come to go.
I'm waiting, waiting,
praying that that day will take its time.
But I'm old enough to
know, that in the end…
So, wait and wait,
and dream a bit.
The end will come on
soon.
And even as they
cannot sit
You're shooting
for the moon.
You want them to
survive.
You want them to
stay alive.
And you're trying, trying not to cry.
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