hold hands over beds
where sheets are white
colors are absent
and antiseptics fill our lungs
so we cleanse our every breath
silver walls
reflect yourself
again, again
white faced and cold
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'antiseptics fill our lungs
so we cleanse our every breath'
i really like that (:
sweetie, use spell check, its there for our benefit! (hospital)
and i would suggest you take a gander at the last line and find a way to change it so the word 'white' isn't repeated. having been a person who just got out of a two week stint in the hospital, i know the topic very well, and your descriptions don't have to be limited to cliches!
i love your poem keep up the good work!
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