Marge Lewis

Bad Night In The Ed - Poem by Marge Lewis

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

Topic(s) of this poem: reality

Form: ABC

Poet's Notes about The Poem

After working 12 hours and losing a patient.

Comments about Bad Night In The Ed by Marge Lewis

  • Kelly Kurt (10/24/2015 5:17:00 PM)

    A haunting poem, Marge. Keep writing, it will help keep the madness at bay. Your job must be mentally taxing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 24, 2015

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