the hospital

St. James; Hospatal, Lincoln wing, ward 64


A place of chaos, no pleasure no peace,
All the machines going beep, bop….beep!
My stomach feels sick,
My tormented head hurts
My traumatized body aches
There is no grace in this place,

The lady over there, my heart feels sorrow but my head says ‘discust’!
Cleansliness is a must!
Is it the incompetence of staff that leave her this way
Or is it the demanding patients to whom they have to stay?
She needs more help, she is old and frail
There is not time in this place

You over there, you have been laid for 3 days
No help, at least your family are close by
There is no reason for us to be treat this way
Have we committed and offence…is this how we pay.

Poor becky, so sweet, she just lays there in pain
Sometimes for four hours……I’m the same
I lay here in agony and my buzzer does no work
I had to ring my mum for help,
She went buserk

Antonia on my left, she is quiet, her mus not!
That makes me smile though,
We are not allowed fans?
Well what is that you have got?

Is is a place for hurt and tears
It is simply for your phobas a fears,
You don’t get better when you come here
Just look at me, a mystery for 3 years.

This cant carry on the whole thing is a joke
You are in a mediacal caring job
Not you? Then why work?

The nurses staff and porters can all b so mean
But there are a few tho are genuine, supportive, caring nad far from mean

Some just don’t have the time for you
I must be faking it…’im not in pain;!!
Do they think I can controll it?
If I could I would make it go away

Been here is such an inconvinience for my sons, my mum and my troy
Living in a world with then and in pain I better that be pain free with joy

There has to be a reason for me to feel this way
There has to be an answer
I guess I will stay another day