Diagnosis

[KBond]

Diagnosis
by Me

Head spinning, breathless, bleakness,
All goes black, nauseousness, weakness,
Get me to the infirmary,
Oh God, be merciful to me.


Sterile smells, white sheets, ugly tiles,
Little pricks of blood in viles,
There's a mistake; it cannot be,
Oh God, be merciful to me.


There's a time to fight and be still,
Get the insurance and find the will,
Don't fret; the Lord I soon shall see,
Oh God, be merciful to me.



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[Raine]

Loved it. . I just think the last line should be, O God, you are merciful to me. That's my own opinion though and I don't write poetry so yeah lol.

 

[tourist]

I believe that you have a favorable prognosis.