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Aug 2015
Scrape scratch rusty latch close the double doors                                   
Clitter clatter muffled natter in the corridors
Cling clang dropping pans right outside my room                              
needles gleaming patients screaming nurse is coming soon.
Titter tatter coughing spatter; chest pain all a heave
Needles ready hold on steady, rolling up my sleeve
Sweat like hell, sickly smell lying on the bed
Windows steaming my arm bleeding, bottle full of red.
White washed walls, distant calls, nurses all a clatter
Creaky crack stooping back, my heart a pitter patter
Squeaky wheel tapping heel, rustling nylon coats                              
Scribble babble noisy rabble, doctors taking notes.
Beeping stream, loud machine, a tapping all the night
People checking, doing my head-in; turning on the light
Isolation; high contagion rubber glove and mask
No hesitation, trepidation, they go about their task.
Interruption with consumption, stops you in mid-flight
Time stands still, take your pill and shiver throughout the night
With ****** tears and deathly fears, image from which I stare
don't let go, back home to Joe, to those I know who care.

                                         The end
Written by
Joe Gallagher  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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