In trance-like state
Calling for help–utter pain
Hours of trying ends
Later cries and tears no more
Hospital bed brought comfort
© Anna Jailene Aguilar
Author, Blogger, Poet, Publisher
Author, Blogger, Poet, Publisher
Author, Blogger, Poet, Publisher
Author, Blogger, Poet, Publisher
Sorry, don’t be sick.
Thank you. 🙂
After every distress is rest!
I have to agree. 🙂 Thank you.