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Silence

The room is dark and cold. And silent.

By Alexis RogersPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The room is dark and cold.

And silent.

Not a sound to be heard but the beeping of the monitor,

and the slow,

shallow

breaths

of the patient.

The blue and cream walls closing in

on a life that was well lived.

The hangs decorations the

equipment like from wall,

sending an eerie shiver

throughout the entire room.

The footsteps on the tiled floor

echo throughout the neverending hallway,

becoming increasingly louder

as they creep closer to the door.

The beeping of the monitor

racing faster than a marathon runner and

buzzing louder than the sound of the shoes in the hallway.

The doctors race through the doorway,

as death creeps around the corner.

The patient takes an

abrupt,

shallow,

inert

breath.

And then,

silence.

sad poetry
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