Dreams burnt at the altar of reality,
fears met unprepared
Sweat that didn't bear fruits,
desires that remain unfulfilled
Corridors redolent with death,
disability trotting about careless
Coming face to face with one's fragile existence
and assured mortality one managed to unsee
through days spent asleep,
a nightmare one came awake within
Ignorance may be bliss but it sure doesn't smell it
when rubbed in the face
Just iodine with a hint of a disinfectant
and the recipe of hospital-smell is complete.
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