I'm warm.         ( inspired by another poets awful situation of being stuck in a hospital)

I've walked those halls before  
didn't care for it  
 
had to watch a doctor tell my good friend  
her little girl would never go home  
 
her tears stained his scrubs  
along with her daughters blood  
she looked at me and just said  no  
please no  
broke my heart  
 
and then it broke my heart  
to see her admitted the next day  
 
said she swallowed a dozen pills  
couldn't blame her  
would've done the same thing
 
they sent her straight to the fifth floor
she'd be safe there  
safer then being in any other wing  
 
the other wings are filled with noise  
baby's screaming  
old men coughing up lungs  
help calls  
and the beeps  
 
I hated them long beeps  
always sent up a little prayer  
and I'd go home cold  
pining to be anyone  
but the helper  
 
 
wishing I was on that fifth floor  
where it's warm  
and safe  
 
she don't walk this earth no more  
and I don't walk those halls either  
 
not since my grandmother took her last breath on one of those beds
 
the halls I walk down now  
are filled with delusions  
anger  
hate  
sorrow  
sacrifice  
screams  
and different types of tears  
 
but yet  
it's  much warmer here