My Bleeding Hurt
I am a paramedic
I shun the word panic
Yet I dread each frantic call
But I must feel nothing at all
Amid all the commotion
Ardent to push the mission
Anxious to reach the site
Determined to save a life
Composed as if unfeeling
Expecting the worst, yet still hoping
Feeling for a victim I do not know
Worried, but I would never show
A child plunged on the ground
A father bloodied all around
A mother beaten into a pulp
A brother stabbed by the mob
I bleed while they bleed
I cringed when they plead
I die when they ceased to be
It felt like family, it felt like me
Eager to bring first aid
Animated to see a life saved
Agitated to see death in the face
Raw emotions I must embrace
At the base, the feeling stays
I never fail to say a little prayer
For all the pain that I can still feel
For all that I have seen remains still
I am a paramedic
I cannot do any magic
So I made a frantic call
To calm my bleeding soul
I need to relieve my pain
To ease the nerve in my vein
Please, hear what I want to say
Help me keep my emotions at bay.
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