Fifteen beds. Fifteen charts with names,
Fifteen people without a family tree.
Fifteen bodies for whom torture is medicine and pills.
Beds over which the crimson blood of ages spills.
Fifteen bodies that want to live here.
Thirty eyes seeking quietness.
Bald heads that gape from out of the prison.
The holiness of the suffering, which is none of my business.
The loveliness of the air, which day after day
Smells of strangeness and carbolic.
The nurses that carry thermometers
Mothers who grope after a smile.
Food is such a luxury here.
A long, long night, and a brief day.
But anyway, I don't want to leave
The lighted rooms and the burning checks,
Nurses who leave behind them only a shadow
To help the little sufferers.
I'd like to stay here, a small patient,
Waiting the doctor's daily round,
Until, after a long, long time, I'd be well again.
Then I'd like to live
And go back home again.
It was a foggy night me and my girlfriend were out on a date in my fathers car. We haven’t gone far, a few feet ahead a car stopped in front of us, that car was stalled, the engine was dead. I couldn’t stop so I swirled right. I will never forget the sounds that night. The screeching tires and the glass had burst and the panful scream that I heard last. When I woke up the rain poured down on me, people stood all around. Some how I got a hold of my baby that night. I lifted her head and she looked at me and said “ hold me darling just a little while.” I held her close and I kissed her our last kiss, well now she’s gone even though I held her tight, I lost the love of my life that night. She’s gone to heaven so I’ve got to be good so I can see my baby whe I leave this world. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J_sEtNrYlC4
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