Emergency
It was during morning hour,
Listening to the sweet melodies
of birds,
Preparing to go to my
morning shifts,
Not knowing what second
of minutes
might come with,
With a blink of an eye
I found myself in an accident,
I fell from a vehicle,
running fast like a rabbit to it's hole.
They watched and took pictures
although it was emergency.
The ground was painted
with blood,
My left side of my face
was grievously injured,
Those who witnessed throughout
they were shouting at the driver,
But they couldn't even try to call
an ambulance quickly,
Hoping to wake up
from the unbelievable occurrence,
Like the pregnant women feeling
the last kicks of the ninth,
I was rushed to the nearest clinic,
But i couldn't find help
although it was emergency.
Then i was transferred to
the hospital,
Where i begged mercy,
And i was sitting at the cue with
blood unto my face
although it was emergency,
And i spent hours
and hours and hours again
and again
without no help,
I saw my life fading
in my very eyes,
I even thought the poems
i wrote that morning
were the last ink,
But i thank God my right
arm was not affected,
I was able to grab the pen
an write about my abandoned emergency.
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By Lewis Da-Lyricist
Iphupho [The Dream]
Poetry Book
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