Hallway's Psalm

Fluorescent shafts of light
paint their haunting dim glow of morbidity
upon the alabaster walls and black tile floors
as the sterile medicine scent infects the air
inside the hospice at midnight.

Bedridden patients serenaded by life support steady beeps,
only hear the voice within
murmur its dark lament
over every second lost to hate
and each time love wasn't spoken.