Black Box

Field Medicine

I want to, I do

To have endless concern and sympathy for you.

Because I know your need.

Persistent and powerful, a need to be seen.

To screech your pain, a man down, a man being left behind.

To not be alone begging on your knees, just to survive.

But no matter how far or fast I run you are just as distant.

No matter the volume of love I pour over your wounds

It's not working, you are not healing.

And I am helpless watching you die screaming,

You need anyone more qualified than me

and my heart is limp from being wrung

teetering on the edge of surrender.

I want to, Just as I always imagined for myself.

but I am a brother in arms not a medic.

If I stay here I will die

trying to save you.