Bad Night In The Ed Poem by Marge Lewis
Bad Night In The Ed
Tempers flaring, bedlam to behold
Voices rumbling in a black hole
Blood, guts gore the smell of wet pennies
Machine chanting a midnight melody
Lights flickering, dancing around joyfully
Dead silence, Dead calm, just dead
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: reality
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
After working 12 hours and losing a patient.
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4/25/2024 2:34:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A haunting poem, Marge. Keep writing, it will help keep the madness at bay. Your job must be mentally taxing