Post-it Note Poem #3
I wrote this while in the emergency room at St. Michael's hospital yesterday night, waiting with my mum to get treated after she sliced a bit of left pinky while chopping veggies.
We waited about three hours for Doctor to arrive and treat her.
I think I was in more agony than her.
Eternity.
Sterile and eerie
This dense foliage of pain surrounds,
all around.
Relief is waiting to rush out
the moment I step through those doors.
Posted 11 months ago
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