Hospital Waiting Room

This is a poem for everyone that has ever lost someone or had to suffer the fear of losing someone.

The echoes of unsaid conversations loom over white walls
Those who wait tap uncertain thoughts in to business engraved pens 
Quite breathing setting the beat for Mozart's piano
Eyes zooming in like a fragile camera lens

Glossy covers portraying figures you'll never achieve
Possessions left for those with brighter lives
Shadowed figures moving in and out
Their interweaving souls waiting for death to arrive

Simple beeps set of fluttering hearts
Grim faces eat away at the atmosphere
Tears make rivers on swollen cheeks
As one more life disappears

Reviews

[D. Buerge]

Again, your images are very powerful and effective. You have a real gift for harvesting these images from your own experience and employing them effectively. That makes your poetry authentic. I would suggest you scan your poems: you already know how effectively rhyme works; beat is no less effective for honing your image and making it work. Writing poetry is a process not unlike psychoanalysis: it is a discipline one uses to examine life and try to understand it. Offering poetry is a way to make connection, and as in conversation, when one needs to know what one is talking about, one also needs to know how to communicate thoughts and feelings effectively. You have a real gift, a d like all human gifts, one that requires constant effort and work if you wish to reach out and make contact and even help, as your other respondent mentioned. Your friend. D. Buerge

[Caradactyl]

I can easily understand everything you wrote about in this poem. I've had to go through this twice. Beautifully written. :)