The Dying Rooms

In their film The Dying Rooms, the filmmakers showed the unbelievable living conditions in the orphanages they came across. They also found an actual "dying room" where an unwanted baby girl was left 10 days earlier to die. She was named Mei Ming, which means "no name." Mei Ming gave up on her fight to live four days after the filmmakers filmed her. The orphanage denied she ever existed, but the film proves otherwise.

No shards of light
Make delicate of the walls,
For these walls are cold,
Unpainted, pieces that crumble,
Dead shed skin, resembles
Flakes of a peeling, grumbling
Cosmos, floating softly,
While tumbling down in humble cry.

Tiptoe
Close your eyes

Floor of few trampled feet,
Expands here and there,
Landscape of nakedness
Laid without a care.
Dim bulb refuses to glow,
Creates moving, phantom shadows
Creeping silently
Along tired, bare walls.

Tiptoe
Close your eyes

Horrendous stench permeates
Mingles with unmourned,
Aroma of unkempt clings
No oxygen sweeps the room,
Simply lacks will to breathe
All life energy ceased to be.
Unwashed sores gather, to
Fester violently on skin
That is barely warm,
But breeds nonetheless,
Creating exotic shapes
Of a crusted, red moon.
Flies spinning in haste
Gather, chasing air,
Crashing dead silence
Of the room.

Tiptoe
Close your eyes

Starved, not just of love,
Impetigo, and such,
Curled up tight
Begging a little sun,
Remain as minutes tick in time
To rhythm of your heart,
Silently cursed, deprived
Of nuture you so deserve.

Tiptoe
Close your eyes

Row upon row upon row,
Fields of makeshift coffins
Of bars and wood,
Not chained to floor,
But unable to walk,
Stand perfectly as cots should.
Absent musical mobile
Swinging gently above,
Devoid of joyful gurgles,
Demanding to create love.

Tiptoe
Close your eyes

Inside lies scrap of skin
Eyes caked, but not with icing,
Grasps infested filthy rag,
Recycled, of forgotten past lives.
Little mouth slack, no breathe escapes,
Lies wasted dribble, still trickling
Decayed unwanted dregs,
That eluded broken body
Soaking stained sheets.
Fluids flow of Gods creation,
Tears dried some hours ago,
Squashed, crushed and unlovingly hushed,
Lies perfectly formed in silence
Quite dead and cold.

Tiptoe
Close your eyes

Where is the door?!

Running!
Don’t open your eyes!

This can’t be real…..

Way out…………

RUN!

Please, please ……. must get out
I can’t breathe, eyes are blurred
Can barely see
GET ME OUT!
I really must leave!

Screams follow me,
Each one echoing
Carried in my heart,
Screams of the dying rooms
That the world simply forgot.