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Damage Control

As your old hero,
I can only rescue you,
I can’t fix you.
But I believe,
A Caring Physician will.

And as I pray for you,
It also dawns on me,
For how long,
Will I be able,
To save you?

I only have anxiety,
Because of my brain.
But, it’s not your body,
That I’m worried about,
It’s mainly your heart.

And as I write this poem,
I’m having difficulty,
Breathing.
And as I exhale,
My spirit is leaving.

I hope there’s a new hero,
Coming soon, to replace me.
Because, if you can’t trust,
The Physician,
How will you ever, get well?

By: ElRoy © 2019

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A Poet's Diary - I See Life, Through My Rose Coloured Lenses.

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