Sitting in the hospital waiting room
there is the smell of alcohol,
old people and slow death;
A female patient takes a seat
opposite and is staring at me,
as though trying to locate someone
a son she thought she recognised
a brother who she’d lost in the War;
on some distant star spangled horizon..
..far away from the haven
from which we ventured forth,
we navigated by hope
steered by faith,
only to find
the tortures of loneliness,
the loneliness of pain..
sitting in the hospital waiting room
a female patient takes a seat..