Mathieu Hotte - The Hospital

Hours of anxious, I tend to tire,
face pending expression,
relief, the coward.

Breathing halls, the weary walls,
little ones questions,
a vending machine's selection.

Hesitant men, answers in hand,
comforts of home,
expectation stand's.

Thoughtful stranger, speaks of time divine,
hope redeems,
a friend I find.

A chairs indentation, lengthy wait,
patient will,
belief in faith.

Silenced crowd of strained strength,
borrowed hope,
given thanks.

This place of wait,
i've come to know,
the hesitant men,
A hopefuls foe.

This place of wait
i've come to understand,
not all are hesitant,
there's still a chance.

Mathieu Hotte

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