Apple a Day

An apple a day

and still the doctor knocks

by my bedside

his bag of metal instruments

I throw money away

while the wishing well talks

coins become tongues

hands become all thumbs

I grope in the dark

blind and dumb and

flailing about

like a fish out of water

As life, as we know it

swallows me whole

a Moby Dick

I cannot control

The first bite

stuck in my throat

like a snow white

I surrender, I go

Reviews

[Leigh]

I like the third line 'while the wishing well talks', the last line is perfectly OK and all in all a great piece.

[cityhomeless]

This is gorgeous. And the last line is actually my favorite part. "I surrender, I go." This poem is easy to relate to, at least for me. Kudos to you, man.

i loved the description, you really painted an image. it was so vivid and pretty.

[T. F. Rice]

nice imagery and well-placed words

[DanaRegen]

This a wonderfull poem, as far as I know an apple a day dosnt keep the docter away, you just have to pay. I enjoyed reading this, and this is well written.
nicely done InvisibleInk!

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

A great poem.
Great Job

[Angel's Lady]

Boy, you are deeper than any well! I love your writing! It absolutely invigorates me! Great job!

Still perfect - two years later! ;)