Exam Room Thoughts they thought i was fine
said i was strong
now the tests are back
saying they were wrong eyes on the papers
blood work is back
in a hushed voice i'm told
my body's under attack things start spinning
this can't be real
all i wanted was
to end the pain i feel just wanted a pill
not their report
wanted to exist
not be cut short my eyes grow heavy
from the pills i'm popping
pulse is racing while
my blood pressure's dropping they say this is normal
it'll all be okay
but they don't feel this
pain i face everyday this isn't normal
and i'm not fine
bt hopefully that'll
change in time i'm sentenced to treatment
a prisoner to these walls
sitting here in loneliness
until the doctor calls i'm stuck in a room
ain't got a window
trying to keep that
tag off my toe didn't ask for this
don't wanna be here
but i can't leave
til the results are clear why don't they smile
when entering the room?
why do they leave it
more filled with gloom? isn't there good news
in their smiling frowns?
isn't there something else to wear
besides these thin paper gowns? is there no comfort
for the weary and sick?
is there any relief
to all these pin pricks? can love and joy be felt
within these sterile walls?
or only sadness in each
of the respirator falls?
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