The Hospital

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  • Anger

    The Hospital
    We all suffer and die-
    The world spins on its axis
    All along-
    Wry smiles
    Nods of the head.
    Little brown pills
    Wont take this away
    I push back
    You cant help me
    Phony motherfuckers
    You dispense smiles
    And scripts
    And wash your hands
    Like Pontius Pilate
    Dont you know
    I cant be helped
    The rage I feel
    Cant be helped
    Cant be tamed
    Your diagnoses
    Will never fit me
    Somewhere I willleave a mark
    On Your psyche.


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    dave005 commented on The Hospital

    02-09-2009

    i have always believed a "Good Poem" should evoke emotions from the who read them and this does that very good, well done
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    NayInLove commented on The Hospital

    02-09-2009

    absolutely love it!! :) o and DPS is a little group where we challenge each other to write about weird and challengeing things
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    zakito commented on The Hospital

    02-09-2009

    choices. it is what it is all about. you cannot give up on your choices, for the choices of another. no need for rage, no need for anger. just concentrate on what choices you make :) z :)
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    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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