yes it's the word. I really do hate hospitals and my father agrees with me here. They were made for sick people and yes I am that greatful that they do exist, but I hate it that people are that sick. It's not the people with common colds or mild feavers, those with headachs, slight nausia, or light scratches, but those who are ill, deathly ill who are there. This is ofcourse overlooking those who are pregnant or them that care for the sick. Go nurses, doctors, surgens, etc. we salute you :). But I still hate hospitals, nothing personal.
SO I've had cause to think on hospitals recently and was really scared so I wrote this poem and I do Not care if it's good or not or what. It's a poem. For hevean's sakes people, let the poem be. (see that cheered me up quite a bit.)
Drop of Eternity
deep drop of eternity
shed when souls are ripped in two
holding all the pain in the world
containing hopeless care
when no grey is held in the beholder's world
when all injustice is clear
stark against the white world
then such pure drops come
a drop of despair
a drop of mourning
a drop of intense joy
a drop of futility
all are as one in the drop of eternity
it comes when soul is lost
it comes when soul is found
it comes when pain is too much
it comes when there is no trust
it comes
it comes
it comes when one cares so much
a deep drop
a seen drop
an unnerving drop
brought forth when words fail
from the deep dark chambers of the soul
glistening
the soul is listening
to the hearts torment
and then these drops come.
I figure that yall know that I wrote this so I won't use up extra space on yall's screens. Something, by the by, that I don't agree with my dad about... Popcorn is not good for him but he keeps on eating it, a lot! Please , please look to eat what's good for you people, I really am begging you. Right now I'm virtually begging on my knees. By the way this will be one of the rare times that I'm begging. So feel important that I care enough to beg. Cheerio!
