A simple diagnosis
But it boggles my mind
Two options lay at my fingertips
Two medicines t use in the palms of my hands
One patient
Very twisted and ragged
She's sick and needs medicine
But I've no clue which to use
She wants the sweet sugar pills
Flavored like fruit
Thier delicious and brighten her day
Their what she wants
A sweet medicine to to cure her of her torment
She craves this cure
But is it the one she needs?
She's afraid of the cough syrup
Vile and bitter
It fills her mouth and nostrils with its detestable scent
But it could save her life
It's the cure she hates
The cure she fears
With immense healing power
Is it the one she needs?
I'm running out of time
I need to make my diagnosis
But which medicine do I choose?
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Jasmin Lyle Smith
PoetryWhatever I feel and think. Mostly in the form of crappy poems. Experiences I've been through, recollections of encounters, and my deepest emotions.
