The Nurse

In an empty parking lot,
alone in my car
I breakdown again,
I tried so hard.

It’s not just a job,
You’re not just a client.
I cant not take this with me,
Yes I’ve tried to hide it.

I carry every patient with me,
I’m never fully healed.
But I need to be strong,
to be made of steel.

Tonight I cry for you,
But tomorrow starts a new day.
I have to begin with someone new,
Because for me there is no other way.

I carry every patient,
I keep every single family.
You’re always with me, all of you,
Because there is no other way I can be.

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Eclectic Mayhem

I write stuff, some call it poetry. First book coming soon, not poetry oddly enough. What's your story?