This isn't directly linked to ER but it was inspired by events in said programme. I think some of this is better than the ER stuff but then again I wrote it, so that's a very personal opinion. See what you think....

Cradle To Grave

Rain pricks at my skin
Rending, tearing
Wind batters my bruised soul
Causing me bleed
Laying me bare

Black, the velvet smothering
The claustrophobic feeling
Of all these people
Their feelings mingle with mine
But they can't know, never will

The hole, bottomless, eternal
All we don't know
In one place
Focussed right in front of me
It's the end isn't it?

Belonging

There's something missing
I know everyone's felt it
Don't know where you are?
Or where you're going?
Nowhere to call yours?
No one to call your own?
Detachment, isolation
The missing piece
Of a dismantled jigsaw
Long given up on
Lost in hopelessness
Forgotten in the mists
Of any human mind

Missing

Why did he leave?
Where did he go?
How did he know?

Why was it him?
Where is he now?
How did he know?

Why was he chose?
Where was he taken?
How do I know?