The Waiting Room

A place of hope and healing I have heard some say,
but not on this day.
People dying, people in pain,
just sitting here is driving me insane.

All I see is people filled with sorrow,
wondering if their loved ones will see tomorrow.
As I look around I see people bleeding,
no sympathy left for the needing.

People going blind, others losing their hearing,
there is a sense of death nearing.
I see children confused and crying,
knowing that their father is dying.

Everyone is growing so very cold,
with nothing left for them to hold.
Down the hall I hear your screams,
everything is lost, even your dreams.

Knowing that you will soon be gone,
never able to see the dawn.
On through the night it will rain,
wishing to never again feel the pain.

My heart to you, I will send,
as I say goodbye to you my friend.
Now I must leave this waiting room,
hoping to keep away from this doom.