In the Halls of Silence

In the lobby of white, where whispers feel loud,

the smell of antiseptic hangs heavy, a shroud.

Floral arrangements nod, yet they seem so out of place,

like laughter and joy lost in this sterile space.

A child’s giggle breaks through, a bright little flame,

shattering silence, reminding us, still, of the game.

Innocence dances through the pallid, cold light,

illuminating the shadows, pushing back fright.

Yet here, the air thickens with fear, hope, and dread,

as hearts hang in balance, caught in what’s said.

Each breath, a reminder of fragile, bright lives,

this space holds the weight of a thousand goodbyes.

In this quiet, I linger, a witness to all,

the scent of despair intertwined with the thrall.