Hospital

It feels like you're dead. 

And you're alone. In your grave.

The nurses and the doctors 

are like those two angels

Who ask what you've done 

and bring you bad news

Again and again.

Leaving you hoping and counting on the days
To the day you can finally leave.

You have people around you
Just like in the graveyard.

But you're alone. They're alone.
And they have visitors coming in and out.

Praying for them. Spending time with them.
And you're alone.

Your face lights up 
When you see someone familiar comes

Praying for you. Spending time with you.
Talking to you.

But that's only for a short while 

As they leave, you wilt in your smile 

They say goodbye. You say thank you.

Your heart dims, for you know
You're left alone again.
With the angels,
with your fellow dead neighbours.

And that must've been how the dead feels
Alone in their grave
Without the thoughts
From the people
Whom they thought had cared.

(Written during the time I was warded for dengue)