The familiar smell
Meets my nose
(i hate that smell)
My body falls into
A familiar chair
(i hate that chair)
I look around the room
And see new faces
With a familiar look
(i hate that look)
The familiar sound
Of rushing feet, worried families
And pain
Flood the room
(i hate that sound)
I stare at a familiar tile
On the ceiling
(i hate that tile)
I sit and worry
In this familiar room
(i hate that room)
Author notes
How this poem came into being. I wrote it a couple of years ago, but the orignal doesn't have the words in (). I was just reading the poem and those were my thoughts. I thought it would be interesting to add them. I like it better this way. And the words in () and spaced three times(i know it doesn't look it), that's because all the times I've seen someone give CPR, they've pushed on the chest three times and so on and so forth. And the i's are lower case because they are suppose to be quite and show that they're my thoughts. I don't know why I feel you should know all this but I do. So now you do, too. 
~Acadia~
Written January 2nd, 2005
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Awesome
This poem is great i like the parathensises. (I know my spelling sucks.) It flows really well. Comment more later. Byes!
-XKristinX -
This is very soft and effective. Good job.
Bellaxx -
I love this poem..my mom works in the ER and she says that it hurts to walk out there and see those people...but great write...Good job!!!
~!JOY!~ -
This is very interesting...I like how you had the repeating line of "I hate that...". It really added a lot to this poem. Good job
Thank you for your comment on my poem...I appreciate your time.
-Emily
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