The Doctor
Hurried,harried healing man
talking,testing,tennis tanned
hearing hardly half I say
rapidly writing, runs away.
Hurting hand hot to the touch,
brutal burning hurts so much
demeaning doc dismiss, deny
confused and crushed, just want to cry.
Chocolate, cookies, candy, cake?
feeling fat, a phoney fake,
years of yearning for a crumb,
disbelieved, daunted, dumb.
High horse healer, hero of hope,
did you decide that I'm a dope?
so sitting silent as a stone
I'll nurse my nightmare all alone.
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