Hospital on the Hill

POETRY CLUB FRIDAY POEM!
Some of the people in poetry club gave us a prompt today, forcing us to use ideas we wouldn't normally use. Here is an unedited result :D

We face a degree of lose,

Whether it be over a difference of skin color,

or the feeling in our stomachs when we carve names into a tree.

They stay there for a lifetime,

Carved Deep,

As if we'll always speak this much french,

and our brains will never be as confused as they are,

Now.

We often describe this mutual feeling as being..... "Melancholy"
As if seeing Jack Sparrow sail under an aquamarine flavored sky

Was like finding yourself again.

We cannot hold life as we do children, 

Because peach skin is an illusion of our own being,

as if that was all we were,

All we will ever be,

But lets say....

You

and Me,

We build a raft.

A raft to float through sarcastic comments,

and then we find ourselves at a hill.

From our pockets we pull our swords,

Pen caps pop and on that hill,

We'll draw a hospital.

A hospital where the infamous Dirk Pitt stops being a historian,

and begins being a lover.

Not a lover of history,

Not of Battles and bruises,

But of the conflicted differences

That leave us drifting to a hospital on a hill.