Depositories full of broken people
Waiting in the half dark for their turn,
As the able bodied rush about
Trying to bring their turn about sooner.
It almost looks exciting out there
In here, I’m fighting off despair
What the fuck!
Something with my heart, they say,
Let me go home,
And perhaps the pain might just go away.
But, no, I have to stay. For how long?
We don’t know. We’ll run some tests,
Take some blood. We’ll stick this needle
permanently in. And,
we’ll attach this to your skin,
here, here and here. The machine
will beep into the night. Try and sleep.
Wake up, I’ll do your vitals.
Really, what time do you make it?
The middle of the night, put this around your arm.
You have an enzyme in your blood. Try and stay calm.
Blood sugar high. Excellent BP, though.
You had a minor coronary event,
Probably nothing about which to lose sleep,
You’re in good hands. Get some rest.
No, you can’t go home just yet.
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