Unbroken
At 5 a.m. the alarm clock rings / His eyes peel open, he can’t see a thing / And he doesn’t know what today will bring / But his sleep is broken.
At 5 a.m. the alarm clock rings / His eyes peel open, he can’t see a thing / And he doesn’t know what today will bring / But his sleep is broken.
My White Coat / Stuffed heavy with gadgets, notes, and articles to read / It’s an indicator to the layman of my lifelong obsession / To understanding the human condition
Speak with authority / Let the words / Last vestiges of dead languages / Rife with history / Flow smooth as butter from your tongue
I don’t look both ways when I cross the street / Sometimes I forget I’m alive / I take a step onto the road
a nightingale knows best. / her call comes forth / as the daylight dwindles, / and, listen… i hear her now.
In class they ask me / What is love? / To prompt a philosophical discussion.
I do not want to do this to you / My heart wrenches / For the pain we inflict
My attending / looked at me / and asked, / What is killing your patient?
and / finally / She arrived / from the pool.
This beating heart / Gave me a second start / It gave me a reason to be / To be me
If not determination, / If not strength of will, / If not true passion, / If not a desire to heal
you may have seen / serpents before / on a white coat lapel / or a hospital door