Written Between Nights
I’m sufficiently tired, and have time on my own to contemplate. I still reckon I did pretty good; as the following words will convey. There are a few areas where I could have improved, but I will not be documenting them here.
My colleagues were fantastic. We did a good job in the most dire circumstances.
Here’s to the writing-
This is the problem
the rest of the world can wait.
Life starts with “A”.
gett’n down and dirty
all hands in
fight against nature
I am a nurse
I’m always fighting nature
but then again
nothing heals better
It’s not my job
to make these decisions
It’s my job
to fight the repercussions
she just crashed
you’re wading in the wash
and she was gone…
Somewhere the flood gates opened
and my fingers weren’t big enough
to stem that flow.
Copyright © Scott Thirtyseven | Year Posted 2016
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