A doctor coming of age.


Where Did My Hands Go?

Hands cover my face with disgrace
Couldn't you see it all over the place?

Steady, now, steady, or I'll let myself down
I'll slam on the ground and I'll make not a sound

Practice, I practice, I practice and train
Anything to seal the cracks of my brain

But they come undone, and why not?
From what I've seen, my valine should rot

I deserve to starve, but whoever you are
Know that I go with humble regards

Here comes my boss down the hall with a scoff
I hope she is nice and gives me the day off

I think that my fury is starting to show
I'll just pick this book up and...

hey...?




Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-11-16 at 03:19

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Keep those brains together, I made need you one day!! Clever poet = brilliant doctor? If so, may I have an appointment?
2006-11-16


wee2souls
what expressions here!!
loved this much:))
hugs
cindy
2006-11-16