Say something By Joshua Knickerbocker

Sometimes 

I share a room

With people

Who've forgotten

How the sharpness

Of voice can cut

Now, they're 

Eroded smooth

Easy to pick up

Easy to throw

Trained to nod

Trained to laugh 

Like a clock

Tic-toc 

Tic-toc 

Telling time

But missing

The sunrise

Yes ma'aming

Hours away

Until

The day

They'll be free

Now I stare

Alone

In the mirror

Asking

Where has my time gone?

Where are my edges?

Why am I so easily thrown? 

Tomorrow

I'll fight

The flowing current

If not tomorrow, 

One day

I'd hate to die with regret

I've spent 19 years as an emergency advanced nurse practitioner, watching the weak, poor, rich, entitled, sad and everything in between. Feeling the daily whip of life cut anyone and everyone. I still provide emergency care, but spend my days teaching college these days,