Porcelain

Whispers traveled the corridors,

Anxiety filled the air -

And there in the corner, she lay

As fine as a porcelain,

With skin as cold as ice.

Nobody dared to approach

But anyone could see,

The pills that lay nestled -

Within the palm of her hand.

And in the midst of all the tension,

The silence seemed to overwhelm -

Those who looked on wanted to run,

They wanted to forget -

Because there in the corner, she lay

As fine as a porcelain -

With a smile as serene as the clouds.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice tale in the poetry.
"Because there in the corner, she lay
As fine as a porcelain -
With a smile as serene as the clouds."
You create place, vision and left the reader with something to think about. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kenna Marie]

This made me sad- and for me, that's rare that poetry effects me. A corner is a well-known place of seclusion and that was a great image for how she couldn't even be by another spot in the room for that wasn't a place of comfort of her last breaths of life. The corner was where she felt was tolerable strikes me as tragic

[Misery]

A beautiful expression of a tragic moment. Well-written, dear poet.