Terminal
suffering needs company
company needs others,
and so we all sit,
awaiting radiology
corridors of waiting
shrouded in fear
hovering above and near,
my time their time unclear
impatient and dear
there is no easing
nor balm in numbers
we raced to come early
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the hospital is a hive of activity yet it is a place filled with stagnant negative energy.