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In The A and E

 

In the casualty, the hours crept by
With the beeps and buzzes of machines
The cries of pain, the muffled sighs
Of those who suffer and lean.

In walked a man with a finger broken,
With eyes full of tears and voice so choken..
With every movement, he cried in pain
Talking gibberish ,not so sane!

But through the pain, he did not moan
For in time, it will be a story shown
Of a broken finger, soon to be whole
And the strength it took, to reach that goal.

In one corner sat a nauseous girl
With a churning feeling and a whirl
She sat there with her IV stand ,
Hope in her head and a sick -bowl in her hand!

There in that corner sat a chatty old man
His stories flew like a whirring fan.
Of days gone by, and loves lost
His voice, a soft and gentle cost.

With every word, he painted a scene
Of laughter and tears, and what might have been.
His eyes twinkled with a spark of youth
As he shared his tales, and told the truth.

The smell of antiseptic filled the air
As the medics bustled here and there.
The flicker of fluorescent lights shone bright and blue
A reminder of life and sometimes no clue.

It was a place of turmoil , life and death so near
But in the end, 

it's where we go to face our darkest fear!

It's where we go to face our darkest fear!

Maneesha Purandare
WGC,
22.01.23

Written in the casualty attending as a patient/carer and not a doctor!

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