Doors moan like lovers, as compassion flows
like sick over scrubbed floors.
Controlled circumstance of pity,
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This has a gentle melancholy and a graceful mercy that ultimate release of death can possibly only achieve.
I Like this poem because it makes us remembering a suffering place...and especially the title ' Hospital ' it makes me remember that i live in a big psychiatric hospital called; Algeria! ! ! ....thank you
The way you present this poem is very realistic. It gives me an image of what a hospital is like, and I must say it is very impressive. You are a good writer, and you present your poem very well. I enjoyed reading this, and good job.
even though this sounds realistic, the way you write gives me a scandinavian art image which I really like. my heart becomes quiet when I read this.
I like these lines, 'Let them go softly into the night. Let them pass through the thick window glass' and the whole of this Poem.
Leslie, I am getting addicted to your work. I love your writing style. Great piece of art! !
Utterly prosaic only redeming factor last stanza. As to whom I may offend I could care less. As for street language I take it you have not read Chaucer. Take your limited mind and shove it sweetie