A Nurse

You are weak, in this difficult time.

I am not strong, I’m sorry to say.

Can you see an open door,

Out of this place?

Can you see the tears

Falling down my face?

I don’t know the answer to your pain,

Or to mine.

I can’t tell which way to go.

Is there a paper to read?

Is there a horizon to see?

Is there a nurse to rescue me, too?

Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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