The Hospital Room Part One

I'm sitting here in this hospital room
and my insides are filled with gloom
You went into theater round about noon
and i pray that you will be out soon.

These hospital walls are pale sickly and damp
I feel like I'm prisoner in a concentration camp.

My head is filled with images
of the person that you used to be
and clashing with images of the person that i now see.

You used to look so vibrant
full of happiness and life
now the frown lines on your face
show how you were pulled into strife.

The hair that used to cascade down your back
is now falling out in clumps-strength and vitality it lacks.

Your body that was once so healthy looked after and toned
Now looks like it's living on time that it has loaned.

Your eyes which once sparkled
a startling dazzling blue
are now shrunken and clouded
because you found out what's true.

The smile that never left your face
that was a permanent fixture
it has disappeared
it remains only in pictures.

You who once loved life
and had hopes and dreams
now they'll never happen
for you are dying it seems.

The doctors tell me you have a tumor
tell me you might not be okay
They even tell me
that you might not make it through the day.

They tell me i have to prepare
prepare myself for the worst
all this sadness and confusion
I feel like I will burst.

As I sit here in this hospital room
tears are pouring down my face
a doctor suddenly appears
and my heart picks up its pace.

I stare at him
my eyes huge and wide
I feel confusion and dread
Settling down inside.

What news is this doctor going to tell me?
Is it good? How i wish that I could see!

See what the future holds
see what lies in store
How many times have i made
this doomed wish before?

Too many times to count
too many to even try
'Please God Please' i think
'Don't let this make me cry.'

I stare at the doctor
as he opens his mouth to speak
I wait impatiently
wishing to end the misery of the last few weeks.

'Please let this be good news'
To God i silently pray
and then i close my eyes
and wait for what the doctor has to say.

**Not True, The Poem Just Came Into My Head**