The Doctor
Katrina Guarascio's most recent poem to appear here was Thank You (August 2011).
The Doctor
By Katrina Guarascio
By Katrina Guarascio
Go to the doctor.
He says he won't; no use.
He is already broken,
already dead.
He doesn't need a doctor
to say it.
He doesn't need confirmation.
I try to convince him
the doctor can help.
Heal your migraines,
stop your nightmares,
repair the bones,
relieve the pain.
He says no; it's no use.
He is already damaged,
already rotting.
I say,
do it for me, if not for yourself.
Think of me, not of yourself.
His sideways glance meets my eyes.
He smiles,
pats my hand,
kisses my forehead,
and says
tomorrow;
I will call tomorrow.
Posted by Annmarie at 10/4/2011 11:12 PM 
Categories: today's words
Tags: Katrina Guarascio doctor love pain illness healing
Categories: today's words
Tags: Katrina Guarascio doctor love pain illness healing
Soooooooo heartbreaking.
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How poignant. A lot of us can relate to this.
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Beautiful.
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