In the Hospital’s Ward
With the drip in the peripheral vein, And tears that fall, bearing the pain — Not from sting of injected syringe, But of things, couldn’t…
In the Hospital’s Ward
The Weight of Untold Stories
With the drip in the peripheral vein, And tears that fall, bearing the pain — Not from sting of injected syringe, But of things, couldn’t be told or seen
And the fever 101 but still You say you can’t even feel it since… Writing down all you see Knowing no one would ever keen
And even one day if someone does Poor me they couldn’t lean On the bed of this wounded breathe Wishing I would die in peace
What happens when pain goes unseen and unacknowledged?
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