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#death #inevitability #poetry
Published: 2014-10-11 22:17:49 +0000 UTC; Views: 72; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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Sitting on the observation tablewaiting
wondering
kicking your bare feet in boredom
as the doctor heads back
with the test results
that you already know.
And you know you know.
After all, the doctor always gives
the same diagnosis.
He could have told you sooner--
even before all those tests.
He knew.
It was you who wanted to stall
--wanted to be sure--
and when he reaches the door
your heart thrills, at once
hopeful and fearful.
You look.
He sighs.
There's nothing to say.
So he does.
But you aren't listening anymore.
The nurses roll you off
reclined on the cool gurney.
Maybe you're just asleep
with the echoes of the doctor's step
with the doctor's voice
squirming through the corridors of your mind.
"I'm sorry, you're dead."
