fdelano Posted January 31, 2013 Share Posted January 31, 2013 As I walk down the polished vinyl squares and pass the open door, I want to stop and see if I can help, except that others know more than I. Offer empathy, perhaps. People unseen through cracked doorways moan or snore or sleep silently, none well. They come or are brought because those at home cannot heal or care for them. I think of the collective misery emanating from both sides of the aisle and it seems to gather into a hell I want to run from, sensing I may be among them soon. So organized, on schedule with pills and shots and catheters and bedpans, meals on trays ignored by those who cannot stand the smell of food. Soldiers maimed and slung in plaster suspended at angles, those who lie hour after hour trying to remember what happened, wondering where are the others. I abort my appointment and flee. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcmarti1 Posted January 31, 2013 Share Posted January 31, 2013 Vivid, sobering. I assume Walter Reed? And I live only less than 2 miles away in Northwest DC. Astute diagnosis: lots of treatment but no empathy. "I abort my appointment"....the mil stays in but comes out. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dansalinger Posted February 1, 2013 Share Posted February 1, 2013 very vivid...great but disturbing imagery...i can almost smell the air and feel the floor under my feet...i wouldn't want to be there either...i wish you the best Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dedalus Posted February 1, 2013 Share Posted February 1, 2013 I think I know. I have written a poem for you - a poem with you in mind. Stay well, my friend. If one cannot forget one can still - must! - move on. There is no alternative except Black Despair. And that is no place for a man. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted February 1, 2013 Share Posted February 1, 2013 Impossible to put scenes and words like these in a comfortable place. I hope you still find some solace in art. I see your sheep most days. G. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted March 23, 2013 Share Posted March 23, 2013 Humbling, sobering work. Be well, Paco. - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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