Untreatable
If this treatment doesn’t work…
I will be subjected to a new one.
A new treatment that is less hopeful,
And more punishing.
I begin to question their motives more with each day.
What is it we are trying to cure, anyway?
Am I selfish for not understanding?
Am I becoming more guilty of not being able to endure?
As the cure eludes me…
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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