Hospital Daze

Together we’ve rushed
Here to space six feet apart
In a waiting room.

Masked faces cannot
Hide the blank expression of
Our hospital daze.

Bewildered here, we
Stare at screens or out windows — 
To the world outside.

The daze lasts for days
As we surrender to the
Hospital’s rhythm.

The weight of boredom
Breaks open with urgent cries
And desperation.

© Randall Edwards 2021

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About randamir

I pastor Grace Presbyterian Church in Kernersville, North Carolina which locals fondly refer to as K-vegas -- the town not the church. As D.T. Niles once said, "I am not important except to God."

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