Monotonous. Poem by Alistair Plint

Monotonous.



Seated on the same
cold-steel-bench
outside the same
high care ward
in the same
local hospital
Thinking the same
thoughts on life
Nodding greetings
at the same
nurses and carers

Praying their hands
will have a different
outcome;
it is afterall
a different person
in that same old
bed on wheels

Thursday, May 31, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: hospital,hospitals,illness,mother
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Alistair Plint

Alistair Plint

Johannesburg, South Africa
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