The Hospital


I am well acquainted with this place
where we only say hellos and goodbyes.


A crying newborn juxtaposed
with a dying septuagenarian. 


There is no in between here;
despite the walls, there is no gray area.


It's a place for joyous greetings
and heartbreaking farewells. 


It smells like sterile death
and the nurses' faces read the same.


I don't expect emotion from strangers,
but the halls are filled with indifference.


Whatever happened to human sympathy;
it must have been dead on arrival.

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