The thundering rains
Envision the day,
The hospitals croak
At the sight of disaster.
Patients swarm in,
And they do not leave.
The doctors save lives,
And it is their ambition,
But the dead can’t live,
Though they try.
Surgeons and doctors alike,
Feeble and powerless.
Just like their patients,
They are only human.
These eyes That once saw, Are now blurry And ruined. Visions run amok, Displaying foggy Amalgamations. Smells and taste Run vapid, With...
Amalgamations of A memory. Hauntings of An untold vice. Malice and Dubiety Incarnate Its existence Plagues our dreams, Reliving Traumas...
It doesn’t feel right, A long shot in the dark, A missed bullseye between the eyes. I can’t see well, My vision is blurry, My hands are...
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