November 16, 2015

Cure


I return to the clinic,
but they've forgotten
my name. I fill out
more forms, do my best 
to explain.
Over and over,
they ask who I am.
I'm not in their computer,
I try to remember, 
thinking as hard as I can.
Maybe this time they'll fix me,
they must have a plan.
I'm just hoping my pain
will have not been in vain,
it's a small price to pay
to know I'll finally endure,
to feel better again,
when they've at last
found a cure.