Echoes of Loss in Sterile Halls

In sterile halls where hope is thin,
I tread with shadows, fears within.
Hospitals echo with a silent plea,
Relatives lost, no solace for me.

Machines hum, a somber tune,
Each beep, a reminder of a life too soon.
White walls bear witness to the pain,
A sorrowful dance in a relentless refrain.

Families gathered, hearts entwined,
In corridors of despair, solace hard to find.
A tale of struggle, of battles fought,
But victory elusive, leaving lessons taught.

I hate the grip that illness wields,
Taking loved ones, unhealed wounds it seals.
Yet in this darkness, a resilience gleams,
Memories linger, like bittersweet dreams.

Hospitals, a canvas of joy and strife,
Where hope and despair engage in a silent strife.
In this dance with fate, emotions collide,
I hate hospitals, where goodbyes abide.