Graveyard
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bernardtwindwilGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
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Graveyard

by bernardtwindwil

I mworked others slept

From midnight until eight in the morning

The witching hour

Crazies crawled down from where ever they spent daylight hours/ They made their way to our doors.

At the stroke of midnight

The sociopaths and criminals hurt one another and came to my door.

Two A.M. the bars close

By three A.M. drunkards in five thousand missles have maimed and mutilated themselves and innocents.

Four A.M. the self destroyers are bleeding

Terrified mothers and petrified fathers drag these sweet innocent faces , arms wrapped in kitchen towels dripping blood. Eyes as empty as space stare through the glass of my door.

Drive on by

Los Vatos are on the prowl. Mother and baby shot clear through, no hope. Wrong address. Vatos with guns come to my door to finish what they had started.

My lids heavy brain racing

Five hours from midnight on the graveyard. Non-responsive, pupils fixed and dilated.Naloxone if you please. Tracks leading up their arms and straight to hell.

Six hours out from midnight

Only two to go on the graveyard. Hurrying to get to work. Scooped up and shoveled through my door. Arms, ears, and finger in a cup of ice. Graveyard workers fallingsleep on the job.

Seven hours in

More traffic crashes. Children rundown in their innocence. Hurry hurry get to work. Heart attacks, domestic violence, Early morning stabbings

Morning end of graveyard

Home off to bed. Crowd out the images of the sick and dead. I must be careful to live in a shell because I work at midnight in the bowels of hell.

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bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
10 months agoReply
@tatcat This comes from my years in the emergency rooms of various hospitals.

tatcatSilently felt
10 months agoReply
This is profoundly honest and raw. Is it written from a place of personal experience?