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Jun 2017
she asked me where I work
I started crying

the doctor would not see me today
the receptionist
sitting in front of me
wouldn’t book an
appointment

she told me to
call now
the same clinic where i was
physically at
in front of you
call now

after looking vaguely
for the third time in five minutes
at her computer screen
and tell me
for the third time in five minutes
no doctor could see you today
the nurse asked me
where I work

she thought she could distract me
distract my pain
by asking me about work
don't you have somewhere to be?
go to work
come back tomorrow

I know it *****
but I wont do anything more for you
maybe you could skip work
I could hear her say
just don’t go to work

I went downstairs towards the exit
I stood by the door for two minutes before walking out
I had to cry more
I had to go to work

I did not know what I had to cry about
I was not in more pain then I was the day before
my last day with amoxillin

the same pain

it was just longer
tomorrow will be even longer
Written by
Lila AM
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