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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required >This is a poem about pain. I'm sure most of us experience it sometime in her life. Particularly in hospital. I found writing my experience out seem to eradicate it from my mind. So although this is true. Don't worry I am okay now I have had my operation, did intensive care, as you do. And then to the ward, I was wheeled it's true. Then how to manage all my pain. Was given a button buzzer, nurse did explain. If I felt too much pain. Press like so, she did explain. That sounded really good to me. As pain and I do not agree. Got through the day, that was alright. The pain I felt until the night. So press the button, as was shown. Pain stayed with me, it did not roam. As the night wore steadily on. Pain increased, that was wrong. I pressed that button again and again. Now my body was wracked with pain. Finally I had to press. The button for a nurse no less. One hike when I explained, was for the pain. She said, 'press the other one again.' Still my body felt so bad. Maybe glum and very said. I pressed that button through the night. But nothing seemed to work alright I stayed awake through the night. If I kept still, I felt alright. I do not move. I kept so still. But the pain made me feel ill Morning came, dispelled the night. Now things will seem alright. But as I moved, just slightly so. The pain returned, I cried, 'oh no.' Its doctors rounds, now I'll get help. 'How are you Mister Harris? ' 'I've been in pain, all night.' I cried. He smiled and passed to the next bed. You'll be home soon 'that's what he said. Soon the day staff did come by. 'How are you Stanley?' One did pry. I cried the tears ran down my cheek. 'In pain all night, I don't feel right.' My Angels back, not passed me by. She came close, said, 'please don't cry.' Lifted me carefully in my bed. Looked behind and then she said. I'm sorry this is a long poem and I am going to run out of characters I will have to continue it in part 2<
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