The doctor

(09/10/2018)

Doctor, doctor –
where do you think
you’re going?

You’ve cut my heart wide open
and now you’re
leaving me here
on this cold
operating table,
bleeding, dying…

Doctor, I’m dying!

You’ve left
to do what?
What is more important
for you
than the life
of his own patient?

Doctor, please, hurry up!

You said you’d cure me,
bring me back to life.
You gave me hope
for better days,
no one dared to do so
before.

Doctor, quick
You’re my only support.
Come back here
right now,
finish
what you’ve started.

Doctor, thanks Goodness!
There you are
Put the stitches,
stroke my hair
and say again that
everything  will be okay.

© Lusessita Kingsley 2018

 

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