Unintentional Existence: A Rolling Hospital Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Flashing lights and sirens,
A crowd of people surrounds him.
The white ceilings kept running
As he steals a look through his covered nose
He knew the hornets' nest had just been stirred.
A complete blur of faces,
The babble of the voices cries out such urgency.

 

Like death warmed up
No options not even a pill
So sure as the outcome, he blinked
He had comfort in the pains which he laid,
Along the long narrow hallway
He rolls,
Many pass on a while ago.