Walking down the empty hall 

To afraid to return to the crying

The wailing 

But there's no escaping it 

Peering into other rooms

Some already defeated 

Standing over the passed

Peaceful, resting, cold

Some still waiting

For the end 

Holding hands whispering into ears 

Still holding breathes, waiting 

The hall is long

White tills coat all

Cold white lights 

No windows 

Doctors rushing by 

Breathing machines in their hands

Nurses in their wake 

Scribbling fast on clipboards 

I don’t want to return 

But the hall is ending

And I must return to his end

Before the end

End of the hall