Hallways

Spots of blood mark the floor
Leading to where you rest in suspense
With haste, with worry
Not knowing the trauma that awaits
Running through compressed, bleak hallways
Unpopulated with healers
As they are reviving this "Doe"

I behold a near death figure through a small glass window
Entangled in wires, bandages, and arms
A sheet of blood plays with life in the background
Threatening with every heartbeat.
The watcher beside you seems to be coiling.

I take in a memory from a reflection off your eyes
Inside you smile
And hope lives there
The bandages hold on for me

I am pulled away
But, I am pulled in.

Author notes

The song "Wires" by Athlete inspired me to compose this one.
If anyone is having trouble deciphering this poem, here are some hints:
-The healers are the doctors (I guess that's an obvious one)
-The watcher is the heart monitor
-The blood that is "playing with life" is God.