Long Healthcry Poems

Poetic Justice Before My Next Injection

I can’t stand it
Time ticks
Time runs out before my next injection
I wake up not knowing if I am dreaming or living
I can’t live like this
What happened to the blumin’ changes
Doctors can’t imagine my pain
They don’t take injections
I will be a changed man
Thanks to the doctors ‘justice’
I doubt it sincerely
I am only a changed man
When they want it
My moods change
I CRY FOR FREEDOM
Why can’t I have freedom?
I cry alone
I achieve everything
I achieve more than the doctors
I achieve more than any man?
Still I won’t have my poetic justice
I will die with a stitch in my side
I cry and shout
I could shout to the loudest of my lungs
No-one will understand or listen