Brainchild

Stark, celestial white waiting room

Scattered with contemporary art work

The brainchild of some think tank

 

On disinfectant hardy chairs

Sits an expressionless society

As bland and comfortless as the walls of eternal white

 

Stethoscopes to listen

Thermometers to gauge

Monitors to test

 

Beautiful blonde boy with curls from heaven surely?

Takes another's hand, in a moment needing such

 

Then bells chime rejoicing

Hallelujahs can be heard

A smile is witnessed

Rainbows ask permission to crest

 

Humanity thrives in these creases of the bleakness

In the kindness where the whitewash

Failed to daub today.

 

 

 





Poetry by LFD3
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Written on 2018-09-11 at 00:10

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A small, single, victory against darkness, perhaps, but a victory nonetheless.

This is fine.
2018-09-11