It’s just my job

At the end of the day I go home

At the end of the week I forget

I shake of the pain I’ve seen

The tears that have been shed

The human tragedy in each and every bed

But it’s your life

You can’t escape

At the end of the shift there’s no break

No break from your pain

No break from your misery

No break from your deathbed

In a week I’ve seen you sentenced to death

The diagnosis Cancer stamped on your head

Seen your wife cry

Seen you try to face the prospect your to die

That your children will lose their father

In a year or less

This could be your last Christmas

The last time your sons receive a present from you

It’s not fair

Not right

That someone’s life can be destroyed overnight

It’s just my job

In the evening I climb into my own bed

At the end of the week I paint the town red

I don’t think of suffering I’ve witnessed

The cries I’ve heard

The loved ones that are now being missed

It’s just my job

But I care

I can’t forget the look in a dying mans eyes

I can’t forget the tears that the fresh widow cries

I can’t forget the plea for more time

Just so a father can see his children reach their prime

I just can’t forget the suffering I see

It’s a skill I’ve yet to achieve

So tonight I will lie in my bed

And weep my own tears

For every one of your own you shed

I've just started my nursing placement and just my first week seeing a man diagnosed with terminal cancer and another patient dying and other things just get to me. I guess its just something you get used to but for now it upsets me. So just a little poem about it. Please review Opal Fairy xxx