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The Machine

Medical Diagnoses

By K OPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
The Machine
Photo by Jair Lázaro on Unsplash

Beep beep

The machine rings true

Growths have been detected

Why couldn't I just have the flu

I am young and healthy

The machine must lie

I exercise and train

I’m too young to die

Its rare but manageable

The nurse to my left says

Beep beep, the machine responds

I wish I was dead

All this pain, all this strife

The machine is coming for my life

Deep down, I know it isn't the machine

But my own body betraying me

I leave the office

Paper report in hand

I’ll need surgery before the year is out

Isn’t that grand?

For months and months

In pain I toil away

Herbs, cod liver oil, meditation

Anything to make it go away

I arrive again

Not having eaten to prepare

Anxiety looms

My stress fills the air

I go under

Counting back from 10

Before I know it

I’m back again

The nurse leans in

And removes her mask

She smiles, "a total success"

Finally, at last

Beep beep

The machine rings true

Maybe this is just the start

Of something wonderfully new

inspirational

About the Creator

K O

Have a spot of tea, settle in somewhere cozy, and join me in my writings! Let my prose delight your mind or drown your sorrows in my words, for I promise they’ll make you feel something.

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