And on such duty nights
The loneliness haunts
More than ever so
It's like the night taunts
On such lonely nights
The thoughts whisper aloud
And life speaks in pain
When the darkness is a mental cloud
The cries and the sobs
The machines beep and ping
The suffocating feeling of dread
As the clock's hand sing
The loneliness feels lonelier
As the night closes in
The electric lights are too bright
Yet it can't disperse the darkness within
The nights are never ending
The hope blossoming is rare
Soft hands and little people
And a never ending wait in here
A/N Pediatric Surgery Night postings are really really lonely 🥺
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MUSINGS OF A SOLIVAGANT
PoesíaJust like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her. Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
