The Hospital Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

The Hospital



THE HOSPITAL

In the dreary old hospital of endless pain
The good, young women tend without disdain
To the coughing infirm souls who lie wide awake
As their future broods upon their worrisome minds
Filled with evil, of perdition, of poison wines
Which do as they may - they can not shake.

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ

The Hospital
Saturday, January 26, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: hospital
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John Lars Zwerenz

John Lars Zwerenz

NEW YORK CITY, U.S.A.
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