Pain
Sitting in the room,
watching the 69 year old man cringe,
as the phlebotomist,
stabbed him,
for the fourth time.
by M. Sakran
Editor’s Note: Sometimes a poem needs very few lines to make a point.
Pain
Sitting in the room,
watching the 69 year old man cringe,
as the phlebotomist,
stabbed him,
for the fourth time.
by M. Sakran
Editor’s Note: Sometimes a poem needs very few lines to make a point.
Every thirty eight seconds
Every thirty eight seconds,
the chemotherapy pump,
cries out,
as another shot,
is fired.
by M. Sakran
Editor’s Note: Though the form of this poem is not strictly haiku, the simple, spare lines carry great weight.