nurse, care, shock, loss of faith, aargghh, bit of a creative splurge today, hope some of it's readable...
Did you sit? That time by the window,
Worried at the prospect of yet,
Another life to be born into your hands,
To help, to fix, to mend,
All expectations that have no grounded proof,
What makes you so special? That they trust in you,
The lives of their loved ones,
That when they look at you with their,
Helpless, hopeful eyes,
You cannot help but hold your head in your hands and weep.
Rushing, transporting, from white room to blank space,
As you rush, the heart held in your unwilling hand,
To locate them to their partitioned consignation.
Then, when the heart is finally passed,
Into one's more,
Exhalations with no real purpose but
You remember the better times,
When this transportation did not bear,
Such terror for you,
As when the heart held,
In your sure and certain grip,
And you stood there,
At the life that had been trusted in your hands.
Created: Nov 15, 2009Document Media