Born into light, so fresh and so new,
A crisp fall day, leaves scatter the ground,
I wonder what’s in store today.
I feel alive

Step after step after step I descend,
The warm aroma of coffee surrounds,
I sit at the table, cold wood on warm arms.
I feel alive

A click of the latch and swing of the door,
Greeted by cool wind brushing my face,
Gaps in the sidewalk pass below.
I feel alive

Glass doors slide open, no need to push,
Sterile light pours down from above,
White coats and scrubs and beeps hustle about.
I feel alive

Enter room 6, full of flowers and balloons,
Silence surrounds, broken by lights.
I grab her hand, she’s fading away,
I am dead inside