You see birth,

Walking through the corridors,

Slowly breathing, stopping and starting

Screaming, shouting and groaning

The sounds vibrate through the walls

People arriving as one person and leaving as a family

There is a rush a quickness

Pain, screams, and moans

Cries and pain

And then there is silence

An eerie silence waiting for that cry.

The cry that fills the room,

People hold their breath

And then a smile fills the air

A happiness that they have never felt before

A family is born

A tranquility over takes

Although it is not quiet,

It is peace and it is happy

You see fear,

People rushing in lights flashing,

Babies bundled in their arms

Mothers fearful, gasping for hope

Not wanting to let their child go

Passing you the most precious thing in their lives

Trusting you,

Praying for you to help,

Hoping, pacing, crying screaming silently inside

Pacing watching on, only being able to stand there


Listening to the quietness in the air,

There are noises for sure

Beeping and crashing and talking

But all that disappears when they are waiting.

It all goes past in a blur and is silent movement

Nothing gets passed the waiting.

You see death

People running down the corridors,

Trying to get their loved one on time

Knowing they haven’t got long

The loved one, laying in the bed

Not moving just waiting for their time

Feet are pounding, again a silence is among the people arriving

This is a unbelievably scary silence

One where your walls are closing in,

They are struggling to breathe to get there on time

They thrash through the doors waking the ward

And they slow down

The air turns cold

The ward turns grey

Everyone knows what is happening

No one says a word

The silence is interrupted a weeping is heard

Trolleys are moved, motions are in place

Respect is given where respect is due

No one speaks

People leave but others stay

Suddenly the pounding relatives leave you

A bag in their hand

Head down, and tissue at their face

There is noise now

Massive noise, an unbearable noise

Where they can no longer think

They walk faster your walls are closing in

They need to escape they don’t need to be here

They are healthy they need to get out!


This post was brought to you for the Writing Workshop. The prompt this week was to go on a word hunt and spot a good word or phrase. Hospital is a word that I am currently seeing on a daily basis we have loads of appointments and it is a word I can not escape from at the moment.

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12 thoughts on “Hospital

  • January 27, 2011 at 11:02 am

    What an amazing poem! thanks for sharing it.

    • January 27, 2011 at 9:33 pm

      Thank you I am glad you liked it xx

  • January 27, 2011 at 1:08 pm

    I really enjoyed that! x

    • January 27, 2011 at 9:32 pm

      Ah thank you xx

  • January 27, 2011 at 4:19 pm

    Hospitals are such strange places. They harbour such emotions and yet somehow manage to be emotionless at the same time.

    I must admit one of the blessings I count in my life is that I have had little to do with hospitals. They scare me more than a little and not just because they are so big and full of people and strange smells…

    Brilliant thoughtful post x

    • January 27, 2011 at 9:31 pm

      Thank you, you are so correct they are full of emotion but completely emotionless at the same time a brilliant statement about them xx

  • January 27, 2011 at 4:51 pm

    I have spent a lot of time in hospitals in my life, and you have captured it’s atmosphere really beautifully Kerry. Thank you for taking part x

    • January 27, 2011 at 9:24 pm

      Thank you for reading. I am glad that you liked it xx

  • January 27, 2011 at 6:38 pm

    I hate hospitals.. Spent so much time there in the last year while my grandfather slowly got worse… They are full of fear and grief – except of course the maternity wards, in most cases. I’m sorry you’re spending so much time there..

    • January 27, 2011 at 9:23 pm

      I hate them too, but sometimes they are so needed aren’t they, thanks for reading xx

  • January 29, 2011 at 1:37 pm

    I’m fortunate enough to have only been to hospital myself for little things. Would hate to have to spend any great length of time in one. Even when they try to make them nice, there’s always that antiseptic tang in the air. Great post!

    • January 31, 2011 at 10:16 pm

      There is always that smell, however they try to disguise it, it is still there. I hate them always have. Thank you for reading xx


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