Passed frosted glass,
down endless corridor,
floor absorbs another me
keeping perfect pace
among the click of heels
dodging trolly wheels.
X-Ray left, ante natal right,
Dead mens room of doom,
Prostrate bodies scattered
like black confetti among funerals,
clutch white coats,
flapping like hi jacked ghosts,
sought by dying souls,
while outside the vibrantly spinning world
hurtles on its way.
I avoid the pitiful gazes
of those who know they will never
go that way again.
One hour later I am free,
gasp in a lungful of fume filled air,
such a sweet taste. A wasted man
who cannot, wearily leans one inch
out from a wheel chair towards a cigarette.
Fettered, his open mouth speaks,
but I am gone, fleeing back where I belong,
among distant lights of my rainbow day.