The Library of Suffering

A building of metal and glass,
filled with the lives of flesh and blood.
Rows of stories next to each other,
stacked one by one.

Indexed, organized.
Last name, first.

Each one a portal,
a mirror to another life.
Glimpses of what could have been,
and what could be.

Returned, readmitted
checked out, discharged.

An old institution,
bringing all together.
Tales of being,
waiting to be told.

This is the hospital,
the library of suffering.