I am a writer. My passion is poetry. I feel words connect people together and help us to understand the feelings we share.
Cold room is a poem about going to the hospital in the early morning. It is still dark outside and the room is freezing. They forget about being nervous as they watch the clock waiting for the moment they can drive home to get warm.
"OR & Patient Temperatures" by Surgical Tech Tips
Nervous anticipation hides
behind sleep-deprived, baggy eyes.
before daylight breaks the darkness of the night sky.
Checking in at the hospital
where a colony of masks demand answers
from their sleep deprived brains.
Cold air continuously circulates in the tiny room,
where she sits in an uncomfortable chair
beside his hospital bed,
freezing her petunias off.
As her blue eyes look towards him
she bites her tongue trying not to complain,
for his attire is a stylish hospital gown
with only a thin blanket
draped loosely over his bare legs.
Their nervousness fades away
as they watch the hands on the clock,
waiting for the moment
they can feel the warmth of the sun,
"When You Don't Understand The Hospital System" by Chad Thornsberry
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