VocalsA Poem by Nisreen
Sitting through a white place
Listening to blues Chapman sang in the background In my theater Talking to my doctor Clearly he knows of me Every inch of my soul To my eyes We sang as he put together instruments As peaceful for me A calm has divided our space Through an oxygen rod We spoke of painless procedures Wheels dancing on clean floors Calling me too young To be under his magical fingers Injecting the gas of life To glide away the timeless hit Taking pictures of every side And making a video I sat in prayer while he went on To the end of a perfect Thursday He took off his hat Wished me well We said our goodbyes
© 2016 NisreenAuthor's Note
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