These sterile halls are bathed with blood
white corpses gently lying
The metallic tools of death set neatly on the tables
infants softly crying
moans of waking from cruel liquid fall on the ears
scent of burning flesh wafting
These ghosts in white carry their swords proudly
gently they tickle fate while caressing the veins of the sleeping vulnerable waiting under the lamps
Ever so slowly they begin the dance
blades flashing
sweat dripping
educated gashing
faith slipping
A single breath breaks the long hush
the struggle begins
here starts the pain
the pain that will pull at the brain and torment the soul
here starts the danger
the danger ever waiting in the back of the mind, in the very corners of the sterile white room
That room tells the tale of all the lucky sufferers before
the smells of meals not eaten
the feeling of eyes boring into you even when alone
the shiver of knowing
you could join the grateful dead
you could be at last silent
you could stay to watch the dance
Author notes
I started writing this in my mind when I went to work with my mother two days ago. She's a surgical technologist and I was permitted to shadow her and watch surgeries. It was an awesome experience. I've always known I wanted to go to medical school, but I didn't know what to specialize in. I'm thinking now about being an orthopedic surgen.
Written January 4th, 2005
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wow...one...thank you for having me on your favorites...and two...how you felt so much emotion from shadowing someone is wonderful...life touches everyone in so many ways...the fact that you have been effected so greatly by this...inspires me to shadow my shadow...and view my life from another perspective...thank you for writting this
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