Appalled, senseless and at a loss of words,
Not one of two or many to utter at the sight of decay.
Great strength and will commands those of my living,
But ‘til what extent, to what course and callousness should I conquer!?
My insides curled like the end slowly creeping in me,
That mere insight of youth suddenly stolen from me,
My own cadaver suddenly showing before me,
What makes of me beyond numbers and years, which is there to bid me safe!?
Questions & apprehensions flashing like a reeling tape in a movie house,
The haste of a soul dying reaped from behind of the grim visitor.
Fear, loss and irrationalities scared the child within,
From what stone the heart cried for help, safety & reason.
I am in a place where illness and that what is rancid compel the light.
Those that walk the halls at bay of what they don’t know they have or may get,
A sanctuary of gloom, infirmary & demise.
I am at my own dilemma, a choice of a putrefied soul barely heaving for breath.
I gulped the huge air of courage and kept on,
Unnerved from those of my companions that at my absence I just saw my life,
I sat on that chair, kept my distance to self and said,
“I am a nurse & I am here to give care”
