Below is the poem entitled THE EMERGENCY ROOM which was written by poet
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THE EMERGENCY ROOM
I stand in the Emergency Room
With a slightly sprained wrist
I look all around me, the room is quite full
I'm next to a man with a swollen, bloodied fist.
I hear a child screaming, condition unknown
I see an old woman, open wounds on her legs
A pregnant young girl, in obvious distress
An old gent in a wheelchair, "Please help me," he begs.
Patients are moaning, and crying in pain
Nurses and doctors are racing to get them all fixed
What am I doing here? I feel like a fraud
After all, I have only a slightly sprained wrist.
© ELR 2013