i'm trying to write more from the heart now. here's another poem i wrote. basically, the last time i saw my grandmother, in the middle of our visit, there was a "code blue" on her floor. that means that someone was in cardiac arrest. this poem's a bit about that.
"code blue"
just two words running through the hall
code blue is all they say code blue
machines beep louder out of control
and then silence
broken by a loud wail of pain
we all sit together quiet
but it's not like it's going to happen
you're supposed to be realesed
in just a few days
you just felt a little sick
who'd know that in two days
we'd find that you had been dieing
and in another few days
you would be still in death
and that the wail of pain
would come from us, from me
maybe there'd be another family
sitting in a hospital room, quiet
wondering what was happening
as they shouted code blue
-amy rosch
i hope you like this poem
-extra51
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actually, most hospital doors are relatively sound proof so it would not be yelling. sure you might notice it, but it wouldn't be right in your ear. besides, you're not the only one who spent a lot of time in the hospital. you were there for what...two days.
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