December 7, 2015

My Affliction

Everything's scattered
across my work bench,
each tool trying to escape
for a life of its own.
I can't find the wrench
to fix my problem.
The doctor knows
about my affliction,
is in fact an expert,
having heard
more than enough
about my symptoms.
He's told me it sounds
like something
with my heart,
but they're working
on a cure
to save us all,
and he'll call me back
when it's been found.