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
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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