Forgetting God
End of midnight shift, Sore feet by the lift
Stench fills the hall, She is back on call
Rushed words explain, The accidental train
From ward to bed, Alive almost dead
Blurred sea of faces, Hurrying at many paces
Too many fading, Efforts unending
Why?
Why?
Why cant I make it better? Fight the separator?
Soul charred, Head pounding hard
She stops frozen, Heart removing poison
as
One crimson from a rainbow of bodies
Multitude of words from those on their knees
Regretting neglect of hope
She surrenders that out of her scope
(When you remember, you will surrender)
SONYA KASSAM 
Greetings,
Very nice. I love the quality that with which this leaves me.
Thank you!
All good wishes,
robert
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