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sharon-rose
Feb 28, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Consultation Mode.

Your heart’s not right,

You can’t survive,

You’re fluid-filled,

Far too air-tight.

The breathing..

That will stop quite soon..

I’m sad to say,

It won’t resume.

But doctor,

Look,I took those pills,

I exercised,

I ran up hills.

And now you say 

I can’t survive,

My life is doomed,

I’ll never thrive?

We’ll give you drugs to make you feel,

Somewhat at ease,

Not too aware,

You’ll slip away,

At peace at last,

I'm sorry sir,it could be fast..

— sharon-rose, Feb 28, 2010

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Layune

16 years 3 months ago

I liked the poem. It truly

I liked the poem. It truly does capture the consultation between patient and doctor and kinda makes you wonder... I loved the lines where the patient speaks so innocently confused "But Doctor,/ Look, I took the pills..." since it speaks to the reality of the matter. We all with no hesitation place confidence in the man with the title, and yet, to our greatest disillusionment he spoke no truth leaving us deserted. Not sure if for you it might be something personal If so, my warmest condolence
DawningDaytripper

DawningDaytripper

16 years 3 months ago

The horrible truth for some.

The horrible truth for some. Sad. Reality so often is. Never give up. I liked your formatting. Could use just a little more description in my opinion, like what is the dignosis? Good read. Julie D.D.