poetry critical

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Random Poem:


the morning after you went into the hospital
I prayed for you
looking at the golden cross ontop of the catholic church
that hung in the air like a reminder
that mercy still breathed but was out of reach here
hovering high above the cold, steep hills
my body was somewhere in those terrible streets
with dillapitated houses and cigarette butts
I kept staring at how the cross that morning was covered in a sheet of sunlight
wishing I could climb up and grab it
to cover us like shield of bright orange to block us from that entire town
the clock in the tower next to the church
looked like the sunken eye of an emaciated cyclops
and was broken like everything else there
like we were trapped forever
the night before I slept on a too small couch
with mucus green cushions that constantly slid off
and each time I fell off with them
I kept thinking I had landed in a snake hole
all night I thought of the way you wailed
curled up in those unfriendly white hospital sheets
shivering and exhausted
and it seemed then that the only lighting in that whole forever dusk town
was over the nurses station in the emergency room
where we actually wanted darkness
so you could rest
but the nurses kept leaving your door open
as they scurried in and out your room
in their grey scrubs like little overworked phantoms
the only way I could sleep was to do what I told you to do when I left
which was pretend we were both at home in bed together
having decided to never make that trip

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