Nurse!,Come Here, Make my bed,Nurse! He Can't stop
You! I'm Tossing and Turning and Miss My
Family,Nurse!, I can't Jump, Skip, or Hop,
I need a new rag,Mine's covered with Flies,
It hurts to cough and it hurts to breathe,
My neighbor's stopped crying, its too quiet,
the halls still echo with moans, and to me
it seems it will last forever. Why it
chose us I will not know, The doctors hate
and the nurses stare, some rooms are still bare,
Tuberculosis won't discriminate.
And in this Hell only Death can still care.
I exist in a place where Death pays bills,
A place by the name of Waverly Hills.
**Please note that the first eleven words are a direct quote from an E.V.P. session on the show Ghost Adventures at Waverly Hills sanatorium. This was a Sonnet assignment in my English Class, and I was inspired during my daily dose of Ghost Adventures.
