Leading up to this moment,
Days felt like hours,
Hours felt like minutes,
Minutes felt like seconds.
But sitting in this white room,
Soaked in the aroma of chemicals,
Strong enough to burn your nostrils,
Time stands still.
So many people surround me,
But it's so quiet.
Not one word, hardly a gesture.
The air is thick with fear and anxiety.
Sadness.
And a realization that every person in the room is afraid for somebody they love.
My heart immerses with their energy.
The pressure is so much that I swear it could stop breathing all together.
Seeing the helplessness surrounding me with my own,
Yet still longing for enough energy to dispense between everyone,
Knowing it wouldn't help a thing....
About the Creator
Natalie Riley
I have been writing poetry for approximately 8 years now that mostly pertains to my own feelings and experience with depression and life. I've decided to try sharing it with the world as I know others that struggle will "get it."
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