When I walk through the halls
of a hospital
and the floors do gleam around me,
while the smell of disinfectant
and medicine hangs in the air
while everywhere I see downhearted faces,
and some of the nurses are smiling
then I am aware
of the will to live
and how fatal
human existence
really is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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