Journey of a Medical Student
Dwelling in them, a soft hearted soul
Love plated but pain on its core
Moss covered mountains to cross
Full of merciless piercing stones
Mind invested into a battle of memories
Battle with horrible images of courses in diaries
Both ends candles are burnt
To light the way through the six hills of torment
Flooding down cheeks are tears
Shaking rough hands of lamenting songs
Injecting the venom of fear into the spirits
Made to be passed, though hurting beyond limits
Journey of a medical student
Like a terrifying flood to expose the hidden gold
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