Dr Death
Accident and emergency
where they promise to save life
this doctor ended it
hands that should have held
only pressed down harder
eyes that should have seen
looked past, blind to pain
the monitors flickered
numbers that should mean hope
turned cold, meaningless
as the breath slowed
and then stopped
voices whispered
as if grief could be shared
but none reached the one
who mattered most
the walls stayed white
the floor stayed clean
while a life
crumbled into silence
how many times
how many faces
how many pleas
were ignored
before this one
fell
there is no excuse
no mercy
no saving grace
only the weight
of a doctor’s hands
that failed
nothing but shadows
nothing but echoes
a life ended
in a room meant for saving patients
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Rachel Reviews: The Spiral Archive by Pieter Hendrik
It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
By Rachel Deeming4 days ago in BookClub
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Very true, Marie, but also very true. It is amazing when you think of the power we give to doctors, the trust we put in them.