Touching Points
Painted walls along sterile halls, echo with the sighs and loud, piercing cries, of souls trapped in weak fragility- web-like crevasses and lines etched deeply into paper-thin, translucent skin. Memories behind plexiglass, encapsulate lives into touching points along a timeline- though tears pool behind clouded eyes reliving each vivid moment as though it was, only yesterday. Gnarled, blue-veined hands reach out to hold onto those long gone, echoes of an era where their minds linger- with time fading as sands inside each one's hourglass falls til, the final grain has landed quietly. Amid this melancholic haze, music sets toes a tapping, hands clapping, voices singing loud- bingo games filled with sporadic laughter, as crinkled eyes twinkle embracing every second. Wisdom shines her glory within their joy, drowning out the ringing call bells and incessant yells- bittersweet moments, etched in my mind as I'm sent home to start, a brand new chapter.
Beautifully profound. You have such an excellent way with words. You’re a true wordsmith.
Thank you so much! 😊