9.9.11

Doctor

You are a computer
Calculating, processing
Accurate
Telling no lies
You are a fact
Not a fantasy
In you I see
a tragic truth
But you are
a happy priority
You are
a demolition specialist
That planted in a time bomb
In my chest
I can hear it
Clicking, ticking, kicking
Waiting for it to blow
Time is running low…
You are a doctor
That will not promise me
Forever,
But
You promise
A magnificent now

Best,
Anna Belle Lee 

2 comments:

  1. Anna,

    This poem means a lot to me. It is beautifully written, and the topic seems to dominate my life at the moment. This poem helped me: I've sat down and tried to write things like it but never quite succeeded. I hope you found a release when you wrote this, and thank you for finding the words that I couldn't.

    I hope all is well,
    Marta Frieda Hart

    ReplyDelete
  2. I had multiple meanings when I wrote this poem, and part of it was meant for you. My sympathies always go to you. You are the bubbliest person I've ever met, no matter what you go through. You're inspiring, in a way that makes me want to write for/about you. Getting too personal on the internet I know.
    You're awesome,
    Anna Belle Lee

    ReplyDelete