The Emergency Room

The Emergency Room

Sitting and waiting in this room alone,
Cold and silent, with whispering moans:
Behind these curtains of tragedy,
I sit alone with unknown misery.

Test after test are becoming my norm
With nothing else left
Except these crippling tours,
Of another night spent
— In the emergency ward.

Beeps and tones are all that I dream
As I watch the monitors – green lights, serene.
Up and down goes the green line,
On the monitor, that’s wasting my life.

I’m in a dream I wish to ignore,
I can’t wake up from this ungodly war
As needles of hell cut my veins
Bringing me only torture and pain!

No cure obtained for what I endure,
Just piles of records with no known cures.
I need the answers in that which I seek,
So I can live my life and finally be free!

But as far as I know and am able to see
Hope is striped with each passing scene
As needles are pronged into my arms,
These needles of hell dealt me wrong!

All I want is to be back in my life,
Back on my feet, to run without strife!
Back to the days, I used to adore
As I’m tired of these curses my body endures!

Please, please I sincerely do plead
No more emergency visits for me;
Sitting alone and brought to my knees,
Just find the cure, and let my soul be — Please!

The Emergency Room by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

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