Kwai Chee Low

Silver Star - 4,494 Points (24 Oct 1948 / Kuala Lumpur)

The E.R. - Poem by Kwai Chee Low

E.R. where lives are lost and saved
Where emotions run from panic to grief
And one needs to be brave
Life can be tragically brief

Blood and antiseptic
Doctors and nurses in hurried haste
Nothing can be more hectic
Than the E.R. place

Shouts of 'hurry, quick! '
Amid the din
As patients, injured and the sick
Like a wave pushed in

The dying and the dead
And last minute confessions
For this is the E.R. and that is your death bed
Your life is no longer your possesion

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Poet's Notes about The Poem

E.R. is the Emergency Room (in the U.S. it is called E.D. for Emergency Dept) and this is one place that no one wants to go to. This is a rather 'dark' poem as I am reflecting on the morbid side of it.

Comments about The E.R. by Kwai Chee Low

  • Kelly Kurt (4/4/2015 1:24:00 PM)


    I have been to the ER many times. Your description is very good. Thanks, Kwai (Report) Reply

    Kwai Chee Low (4/4/2015 9:16:00 PM)

    Thank you for your kind words, Kelly. I hope you won't have to go there any more.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 4, 2015



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