Once there was a troubled learner,
Who cannot seem a single subject to master,

Diligently he studied in each and every day —
Languages, numbers, the arts, … the exponential decay —

Yet never stilling his thoughts too inclined to wander.

Daily Prompt: Meander

The Guilt

If ever I’ve had a dream equally frightening as those with paranormal textures, it would be a fiasco at work. It happened this way.

Midnight and I was squandering the time away gabbing and making jokes with some of my co-workers in a little room where the Hematology interns stay during the day. All my patients were sound asleep, and I myself, at some point in time, must have unknowingly fallen into a similar fettle because, Continue reading