Forgotten Disease

~Very~

Walking through the emergency doors

See patients being hauled in on stretchers

My problem wasn’t yours

Walk down the halls,

tired of staring at the walls

I couldn’t tell my rights from wrongs

The waiting rooms are crescendos of yawns

Faces that perform monologues in uniforms

Talks and thoughts about working on cures

The warmth seems to have been replaced with protocols

~Last~

Lying in a bed that is so uncomfortable

Feeling overwhelmingly vulnerable

To the world so discoverable

Was I ever important to this place

Was I a DNA trace left to erase?

Was I unforgotten information in a database?

Why wasn’t I worth the chase?

Or worth your faith?

I lay awake skimming the irreplaceable events of my life

Feeling so alive then,

receiving news and hearing cries

People clinging to hope that I will survive

A metaphorical, fake, never existing paradise

But it was all a lie, followed by unwanted goodbyes

~Breath~

Open your eyes

Or close them

Smell or be dull and forget

See. Not the shapes but the colors.

I cried. I wailed. I sobbed.

I am not the only one who suffers.

I tell myself to stop crying.

The world already has enough rain.

I hear them apologizing, harmonizing.

I want to tell them it’s too late.

It was my fate to ….

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Author's Note

The ending cuts off in the middle of the sentence because it is the death of the narrator.

Reviews

[Wyrn Tiger]

wow powerful, usually I rhyme when I write, but this story caught me offgard