People are panicked
yet soft
cautionary.
Walls are white
pure white
ghost white.
Cases dot the room
Bathed in blue lights
almost like a sign
from the sky.
Inside each case is innocence
purity
a child.
His mother is crying
She was never pretty before
now she´s beautiful
like a sad angel
bathed in all that blue light.
Isn´t it ironic?
You can be both sad and beautiful
at the same exact time.