A/N: This is a fictional poem. It is not real. It how I imagine an ER nurse or doctor feels when dealing with the death of a patient for the first time.
I've failed you.
I've failed your family.
I've failed.
Just failed.
I cannot save a life,
And if I cannot do that,
What kind of doctor am I?
I'm a failure;
That's what I am.
I'm sorry,
Patient.
I'm sorry,
Family.
I'm sorry.
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Poetry By Me! (Morgan, he/him)
شِعرThese are poems that I write. My pen name is Morgan, so call me that! Also, I use he/they pronouns and love to write. Please, if you find any you particularly like, let me know in the comments! I plan to publish some of this in a book, just need to...
