Each dawn arrives, with a sharp light Not the sun's gold rays, but a needle's strong bite Every breath I take is thick, with a salty scent Where hope and fear are commonly present. The monitor beeps, a repetitive sound Whispering echoes, all around Prayers I've heard, and tears I've seen As patients live in the use of machines Their faces blur, then fade away My hazy mind focuses on another display Grief is disguised, in a weary blue Seen in the faces of those passing through Nurses run, hearts full of concern Adrenaline pumps, as the spirit burns The marble floor, cold and bare Reflects the anguish in the air Turn to the next rusty page And save me from this concrete cage But is there solace, from this terrifying pain? Or is it an endless, metal chain?