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Jul 2019
So;

phew... ..

after skatey eight
rounds of chemo
and radiation that
has burned me worse than any encounter with the sun ever could.....?

Thousands of dollars wasted
and debt
while making my
remaining days
on this Earth
an excruciating
24/7 theatre of
unnecessary,
expensive pain!

And after all of this?

I have "Dr." Chen with absolutely no bedside manner
'matter of factly'
tell me that... ..
"we can not do anymore to help you".

Okay;
I get it, I am dying and I can handle that,
and I knew that but... ..

Help me?!?!?!

You didn't "help me" you... ..
you
greedy,
selfish,
ignorant,
POS
devil you.

But hey;
guess what?

Sure, I will concede my death
is near.

Thanks to you and your high priced concoction of death,
my death has
only been
accelerated.

But me?

My life,
my life is only beginning once
I leave this den of iniquity and
you... ..
"Dr satan".

While you?

Ha.
Haha!

You?

You will be burning in a hell like you have never seen on this Earth.

Every day....
Every hour
Every minute
Every second
of your
'after life'.

And me?

I will be chatting it up with Jesus
and asking for your forgiveness
because well... ..

that's my
beautiful soul
and heart
looking out
for vultures
like you.
If you're going to like anything from me?
I hope that you enjoy this truth.
Written by
The Concrete Poet  M
(M)   
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       Jules, ---, mygreatestescape, --- and ---
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