By 28th October 2010December 9th, 2019No Comments

They call me their Angel.
They think I can save them.
But I can’t protect
The life that God gave them.

I dread talking to them
When they first arrive.
I know their first question
Is if they’ll survive.

In ways to give comfort,
I don’t know what to do.
Is it kinder to lie,
Or to tell them what’s true?

I feel helpless all day.
I feel hopeless all night.
I’m desperate to heal them,
And make them all right.

How can I continue
To look in his eye,
When the next time I see him,
I know that he’ll die?

This job is a burden.
This job has no joy.
I feel like I’m killing
Every young boy.

How many days
Do I have left to serve?
Must I shut down my feelings
To keep up my nerve?

They call me their Angel
With every last breath.
They simply don’t know,
I’m their Angel of Death.

Penny. L. Rock

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