Family experience
To say this, is to say that.
There's a stark sterility found
within endless masses of white,
and it's a bit,
sickening,
as you walk down a hall realizing
that the neutrality of the paint
is there to offset the tears
contained behind closed doors.
The numbers on the openings
stare angrily at me -
what I did to them, I will never know -
but their unforgiving facade,
reminds me of how unhealthy this place is.
It wouldn't have mattered what my
expression contained in the moment,
that the numbers stopped growing,
because my feet no longer carried me.
It wouldn't have mattered,
what I was thinking,
because when I opened the door,
it wasn't me walking in,
and I didn't matter.
My whole family was there,
they'd been there for days.
That's what family does,
they come, and stay for days,
crying tears, because you're hooked up
to beeping, scanning, sweeping,
breathing, burning, machines.
He had already stopped breathing,
my grandfather,
we just didn't know it yet.
You don't forget the day you see someone
strong,
cry for the first time.
Your father, your mother,
your older cousin, who was always
everything you wanted to be.
You don't forget the first time
you see your tears falling down
their faces.
There's a stark sterility found
within endless masses of white,
and it's a bit,
sickening,
as you walk down a hall realizing
that the neutrality of the paint
is there to offset the tears
contained behind closed doors.
The numbers on the openings
stare angrily at me -
what I did to them, I will never know -
but their unforgiving facade,
reminds me of how unhealthy this place is.
It wouldn't have mattered what my
expression contained in the moment,
that the numbers stopped growing,
because my feet no longer carried me.
It wouldn't have mattered,
what I was thinking,
because when I opened the door,
it wasn't me walking in,
and I didn't matter.
My whole family was there,
they'd been there for days.
That's what family does,
they come, and stay for days,
crying tears, because you're hooked up
to beeping, scanning, sweeping,
breathing, burning, machines.
He had already stopped breathing,
my grandfather,
we just didn't know it yet.
You don't forget the day you see someone
strong,
cry for the first time.
Your father, your mother,
your older cousin, who was always
everything you wanted to be.
You don't forget the first time
you see your tears falling down
their faces.