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Array ( [sid] => 22238 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => the dungeon [time] => 2003-08-23 02:35:00 [hometext] => I work a long-term neurological care unit in the basement of a hospital. This is about my brain dead, vent dependent patients. I give them the best care i can, but i know they will never leave. [bodytext] => Down from the tower, I walk the pink mile
To the dungeon, with white dirty tile.
Its smoldering hot, stench all around me
Caring for life, where death longs to be.
Thirty-two on the west, twelve belong to me.
Alarms are my worry, 7A to 14B
As I pass over there lifeless body
tending to the machine
that makes them breath,
I know
Family and friends long to see
this liveless body return to
the person it used to be.
Glanceing down
I see there eyes stareing at me,
although every pair is different
they have one common plea
Please let me die, just leave me be.....

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the dungeon

Contributed by hobbitt2u on Saturday, 23rd August 2003 @ 02:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: AnniversaryPoems

Down from the tower, I walk the pink mile
To the dungeon, with white dirty tile.
Its smoldering hot, stench all around me
Caring for life, where death longs to be.
Thirty-two on the west, twelve belong to me.
Alarms are my worry, 7A to 14B
As I pass over there lifeless body
tending to the machine
that makes them breath,
I know
Family and friends long to see
this liveless body return to
the person it used to be.
Glanceing down
I see there eyes stareing at me,
although every pair is different
they have one common plea
Please let me die, just leave me be.....

Copyright © hobbitt2u ... [ 2003-08-23 02:35:00]
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Re: the dungeon (User Rating: 1 )
by jaavys on Saturday, 23rd August 2003 @ 05:49:30 AM AEST
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i too am rn.
you can read me at nursewise, i'm the first entry.
and you can read me here, The Statue

Re: the dungeon (User Rating: 1 )
by jaavys on Saturday, 23rd August 2003 @ 05:49:57 AM AEST
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i too am rn.
you can read me at nursewise, i'm the first entry.
and you can read me here, The Statue

Re: the dungeon (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Saturday, 23rd August 2003 @ 06:57:05 AM AEST
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Heartwringing for me, how very kind of you to share
For those that never see or are aware,
That's the only time death can be a friend...
Please let them sleep.....let this existence end!
And I'm so happy to hear that you try to understand their plight!
They are in darkness.....yet you walk in the light....what a marvelously kind heart you have.
Your poem was a very sad write....but one that needed to be said.
Lovingcritters
Connie

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