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Children who shriek

The hospital machine beeps, My knees weak, the walls are bleak. I'm bitting my cheek whilst the ward doors creak I can hear the children shriek, they look weak through a sneak peak. Explanations are oblique, These children will be me in a week. There's critique of technique for hell week; which is not for the weak. Streaks of blood, dizzy from drugs Staring at the paintings of ladybugs Trying to sleep with ear plugs I want to smash a mug, the frustration builds inside, stuck in bed Feeling like led, can't even eat bread, knee held together with thread, throbbing red, Feeling half dead. I suddenly woke up in bed with dread for next week when I become, the children who shriek.

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Date: 6/26/2025 2:02:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 6/23/2025 7:55:00 AM
First poem posted but one of my most recent written.
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