Many are the times-
My mind tends to reel,
On how to eliminate pain-
That which i can't heal.
Sadly,
In this ruminance-
There's one impure thought,
One to cause grim-
As it is a last resort.
Shocking,
Such thoughts from a teenager,
Something to anger the dying stranger.
For what could make that patient glad-
This teen wishes he never had,
For having it has exposed me-
To unfairness and greed.
One thing i wish i could have been-
An unplanted seed.
