Bead of hot sweat, trickles
Running down my spine.
My foot taps uncontrollably,
To the tempo of a nervous body.
Sitting here, waiting on the results,
Is gnawing away my mind.
I know I am sick, but...
The question is how sick?
The pain comes and goes,
Flowing, ebbing, teasing my senses.
So far, I have learnt to live with it,
However of late it has gotten worse.
This frail house of a body,
Slowly, deteriorating with age,
Now compounded by disease!
Try to hide my fear, nervous smile,
As the doctor enters.
Cold, professinal, clinical greeting,
Detaches me from this man.
To him, I am just his next sports car.
He babbles on, few things I catch,
As my shoulders slump,
No cure rings in my head over and over,
A stuck CD, you just cannot stop!
Anger starts to boil at this cold bastard,
Rambling on without a care...
But then, my attention rested back,
Magic words spew from his orifice.
"You can prolong your life expectancy."
Raptly, I gobble up the information,
Majority of which I do already.
Faze the bugger out as I plot and plan.
Up to fifteen years longer I can live,
Fifty five ain't a bad time to die!
Without a word l leave,
His rehearsed speech incomplete,
Agape he watches me depart.
I am strong, I will carry on,
I have a goal,
I have a set time to live,
No longer need I live in fear,
Cast that cloak from my shoulders.
So what of the pain?
I can learn to live with that.
This disease will kill me, eventualy,
But not today.
I must phone my friends,
It is time to celebrate...
This new lease on life!
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Silence
PoetryCollection of poems on various topics. Death, murder, stalking, obsession, war, peace, love, woman, life, depression, etc.