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Posted by: LadyDragonfire 14-Jun-2009, 08:03 AM |
EMT's Nightmare Lights flashing...sirens screaming.. Working on broken bodies, trying not to think Trying just to do Wondering how could this be ? Hear the pitiful cries and moans of the wounded and dying echoing thru the night. Now...a new sound arises from the darkness A cry...of hope, of rage and defiance.. An angel appears, clad in the purity of faith and hope. The cries of the wounded quiet slowly as the angel walks by.. You gaze in wonder as the broken bodies are healed You hear the angel's voice... and tremble at the sound as it flows through you... ARISE ! I am hope...I am life.. No more shall this be ! Then..... You awaken and hear.. the screams and the sirens...again George A Corcoran Copyright ©2002 George A Corcoran aka seamusmaccorcrain |
Posted by: seamusmaccorcrain 15-Jun-2009, 06:24 AM |
Yes this was posted with my permission..... This poem was "inspired" by a few days of flashbacks and sleeplesness and is a tribute to any and all of us with EMS, and similar backgrounds. It's all part of the price one pays for those who serve and protect . And ya......I still have flashbacks.....and probably always will. Seamus |
Posted by: Shadows 15-Jun-2009, 12:37 PM | ||
They never seem to go away my friend ! |
Posted by: LadyDragonfire 18-Jun-2009, 06:10 AM |
Oh they do, but NOT in this vale of tears. Lady Dragonfire |