A Doctor's Plight

The room reverberated with the high pitched sound,

Breaking the silence which prevailed all around.

Tardily he walks across the lobby,

Eyes sleep-deprived and bloody.

The Eyes of Hope lingered the premises everywhere,

Consumed by thoughts was he,

About the pain, they weren’t ready to bear.

He couldn’t let the truth out,

How could he say their son had lost the bout?

Countless times he may have said it, he knew,

But every time he said it, it felt anew.

Cries and curses resonated from the walls of the ever so silent room,

Infecting the air with its dullness and gloom.

The Eyes of Hope labeled it as a Black Day,

But for him, it was just another day,

Being a Doctor wasn’t an easy job anyway.