I Need You My Doctor
---------- a pre-regeneration poem
“Hello, I'm the Doctor,” he says,
Just casually tugging,
At his braces and jacket,
Not even aware,
Of the lives he's impacted.
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He scampers around,
Like a baby giraffe,
Then holds you hand,
And whispers, “Just run.”
And I follow and surpass,
Life’s battleground.
-
With new teeth and new hair,
Relieved that he's still got legs,
But still not quite ginger.
He went from suffering to joy,
From “I don’t want to go.”
To “Geronimo!”
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I wish I could tell him,
“Of course you’re scared,
You're dying. Shut up.”
But I can’t. I'm terrified,
To what my life will become.
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I wish you wouldn’t leave,
And just wave your sonic,
And pretend it’s okay.
I need you, my Doctor,
To fix my wounds,
And help me get through today.
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But I’ll live. I know I will.
It’s not the end of the world,
(Unlike what usually happens)
And it will feel too real to me,
Your absence,
As if my heart has been run over,
By a damn dalek.
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“But don’t forget about me,” he says.
“Please remember me.”
I know I will, you clever boy.
The thought just makes me cry.
I’ll remember.
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This is one of the first 'good' poems I've written which was created on a day like this when I was really upset and emotional about knowing Matt Smith wasn't going to be the Doctor anymore. He was my Doctor and it was really painful for me to see him go but hey, change is good.
(see what I did there)
I don't doubt Capaldi's going to be a great Doctor and I'm really looking forward to seeing him in action, especially after that new teaser. But there's no way I'm ever going to forget about Matt.
xxx
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