Far Louder Cries
It was exactly what the doctor feared,
after the chemical explosion,
she just stared
about the hospital ward,
so many lives at stake,
she felt as if her heart would break,
the place was crammed
with many beds as it could hold,
so many spirits damned,
and so many souls were cold,
and most of the space
was filled with sleeping mats,
and death is what most would face,
as the holy ghost just sat,
it was certain it could smell
the stench of death
in this isolated hell,
as it held its breath,
there was a low background hum of pain,
soldiers going insane,
salvation was needed,
and God tries,
as several other soldiers who were contributing
far louder cries,
waits...
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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