The E.R.

The E.R. short poem

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E.R. where lives are lost and saved
Where emotions run from panic to grief
And one needs to be brave
Life can be tragically brief

Blood and antiseptic
Doctors and nurses in hurried haste
Nothing can be more hectic
Than the E.R. place

Shouts of ‘hurry, quick! ‘
Amid the din
As patients, injured and the sick
Like a wave pushed in

The dying and the dead
And last minute confessions
For this is the E.R. and that is your death bed
Your life is no longer your possesion

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From young, I have a love for the English Language and have been a voracious reader of novels, getting my fill from the British Council and later at the U.S.I.S. Clearly the writing style of UK and American authors is different.It is only about three years ago that I ventured into the world of poetry, and starting to pen my own poems. I find it gratifying and fulfilling to have an opportunity to put my thoughts, feelings and emotions into poems and haiku.
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The nervousness, anxiety and other happenings in an ER so realistically expressed in here!