Dr.

Dr.

A Poem by Jeremiah Medina

There's a rock in my throat.
A knife in my nose.
My back might be broken too.
My eyes going out, there isn't a doubt.
I'm losing more blood then is cool.
My hair is on fire, I can not perspire.
My skins a bit dry, this is true.
Toes are broken, stomach is floating.
Ears are ringing, balls are blue.
Bodies itching plus I'm twitching.
Fingers flicking, bloody poo.
Veins are glowing, skin is crawling.
What am I to do? x 9
Please, Doc, Help me.
I can't take it.
Help me.
Sir...
Here's a prescription...
It might fix it...
If not come back...
We'll try more.
If I drop dead before that happens?
Well I tried, just please don't sue.

© 2013 Jeremiah Medina


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Added on January 11, 2013
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Jeremiah Medina
Jeremiah Medina

In the Woods, TX



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I Am Me. Not a tree. Not a dream or submarine. I am happy. I am Free. I am laughing, At disbelief. Living life, Lovin beats. I am me This is it. more..

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