Finding doctors finding hope, finding pain
And loss, darkness, searching in a dizzying haze
Naked vulnerability dragging the breath from my lungs
A shroud of fog to wrap around myself
And laid in the freshly dug ground, eyes closed
Only to wake on the metal table surrounded by doctors
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
Finding doctors finding hope, finding pain
And loss, darkness, searching in a dizzying haze
Naked vulnerability dragging the breath from my lungs
A shroud of fog to wrap around myself
And laid in the freshly dug ground, eyes closed
Only to wake on the metal table surrounded by doctors
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