#limerick?

At simple minds making wishes so vain.

As the world drifts to sleep,

There is one dream I keep,

Whose Body Was Shaped Like A--*"

left with no love poems to peruse

just wrists to slit

and lights barely lit

Thus, I chose to write a poem.

With such eloquence,

My cats yell, and hence

They get food from their try to woe him

November 27, 2013 - in the spirit of today's "Doctor Free Day"

No white coats today, they say

Everyone dressed up like a mourning

while through the wards and hallways they went a-wandering

Black ribbons adorning their sleeves

just above the deltoid, waving like carbonized leaves

Opinions swirled and flown

Debates heated up, confrontations and words blown

in the last sighs of late November

Few seemed to keep their heads sober

Most were drunk with the old question, "Who's right and who's wrong?"

No voice asked "What needs to be done instead of singing the same old song?"

I came to notice I've grown jaded...

My own faith in voices had by then faded

As my curious eyes peeked into the clinic

Seven siblings live in a small town where everyone knows each other.

The oldest brother is an overachiever. He leads his way around like no other.

The second sister is the perseverant kind. She has to turn into reality whatever she has in mind. Otherwise she'll be crying behind.

Third sister has a sentimental heart. Her feelings pour down even when she's not practicing her art.

Fourth sister maintains a nice straight A. She says "I didn't study enough" but gets it anyway.

Fifth sister is trapped in procrastination. To get her into action, she needs some motivation.

Sixth brother is the carefree, easy-going sort. But once he does something, nothing can ever abort.