Studying medicine is beautiful I cannot lie.
Until the day you feel a patient die.
The breath you take begins to feel breathless,
Your insides begin to compress,
You start to feel lifeless.
You walk out to find a corner to cry.
You are trying so hard to fly,
But it is so hard to walk through the air that feels ply.
You begin to think of the faces of broken relatives.
Never imagined using the taught preservatives.
Trying to see behind the reason which forgives
Then you realize you are caught.
By your own heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem