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Flatfielder Nov 2020
Selfish thoughts of failure
The moons face did grip my stare
Many times I look at it
It's calm illumination
Relieved anguish ignited hopes' flare
Really tough to be selfish
Myself just a speck of desire
There is no lack
Until a loved ones' worry
Releases me brings me close
Inform and explore
Appointments made
No explanations
Nuclear medicine
What are they looking for
She is anxious
Lets me feel it
Fear of enclosure four to five sixty
They say the procedure
Or test as you will

She asks me to drive her to stay until finished
'That's what I did for you
when you busted your leg'
She beggingly whispered
I did sense her fear
Moments of closeness release me
From my own selfs' sphere

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