E.R.

E.R.

A Poem by S.G.P.

Blinding lights.
A malice stench.
Voices fill the halls.
Screams invade my thoughts.
And anxiety sets in.
I lye and wait for my turn to come.
Cold in white sheets.
The silent tick that impales my skull.
How much more can I take?
Chaotic thought surge through my mind.
And played out scenes follow.
Fear and doubt take over.
Should I have come?

© 2011 S.G.P.


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This is very frightful! What worse situation could a person be in wondering if they're going to come out of this alive! There are such horror stories about operations gone wrong and how deadly hospitals are with supergerms now a days! This is fantastic horror writing!

Posted 13 Years Ago


it exudes fear..well written.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Added on April 3, 2011
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Lost my Muse & Love for writting. Im here to try and get them back. Im putting up my old stuff. I havent written in 4 to 5 years. more..

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