Hospital Corridor

by RawrItsDollfacex   May 22, 2007


Sorrow secretly stains the air
in the butter light.

Glimpses of faces unknown
in the pale glass.

Piles of blankets hide a dead man
in the bare corridor.

Slippers flip flop
on the bleached floor.

In the white walls grief weeps
in the crack of broken hearts.

While the mouth of time hangs open
in the looseness of old age.

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  • 15 years ago

    by trippetta TC

    Haunting, I wrote a poem in a hospital once, though not about a hospital called codeword hummingbird, hospitals can be creepy, I'd hate to be in the one you described, good ambiance though!!

  • 16 years ago

    by NeferNoir

    While the mouth of time hangs open
    in the looseness of old age.

    These lines are brilliant! I like the creepy and mysterious way you describe a hospital... Really good poem! :)

  • 16 years ago

    by Simple Sensation

    I worte a poem about walking throught the hospital corridors once. So yeah thats probably why i opened this poem up. Anyways i enjoyed this poem, stright why reading this poem you come across an alliteration; "Sorrow secretly stains" this grabs the readers attention and creates this nice sound. Excellent way of opening the poem. Anyways this poem does seem quite dark. The description was really brilliant. I like the sound; "flip flop" creates. Your words can kinda make the reader seem as though they are in a hospital. An enjoyable read. Keep it up! xx