Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying
Now I want to understand
I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can
Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long?
‘Cause I have wandered through this world
And as each moment has unfurled
I’ve been waiting to awaken from these dreams
People go just where they will
I never noticed them until I got this feeling
That it’s later than it seems
Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what you see
I hear their cries
Just say if it’s too late for me
Doctor, my eyes
They cannot see the sky
Is this the prize
For having learned how not to cry?
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Rare autoimmune; life “ended” too soon
alive but barely, wasn’t dealt fairly
like ping pong ball
Dr’s here & there
no 1 had a clue
human guinea pig; experimented
no cure found
too much was ENOUGH!
Mtns can B moved w/faith if ye believe
I know been shown blessed by love; miracles
Explains a lot…in the medical field.
Thanks for sharing
Where will I be
in 5 years or 3
My eyes, what
they’ve witnessed
Have auto conditioned me
Don’t let tears fall
anywhere that they
can be seen
Don’t elude to my own
weakness
vulnerability
fragile heart
trembling knees
Sobbing uncontrollable
shoulders heavy
my chest heaves
Doctor tell me
Please make me
believe
that it’s not too late
that this isn’t all
there is for me
Please make me believe!ðð»ðð
I can’t answer your first question but I can say this: your poem is lovely.