And The Medic Thought Poem by Marlin Nightingale
And The Medic Thought
There’s no rule book that I’m following.
My brain’s on cruise control.
The pucker factor’s in effect,
A dagger on my soul.
I hear the dead a’trippin’ down,
While live ones ghastly stand,
My breaths match heartbeats, pound for pound,
A tremble grips my hand.
I pray they didn’t see it.
That brief hole in my disguise.
I’m back now. I can feel it.
A calmness in my eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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