What’s worrying you today,
He asks.
Everything,
I reply.
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
What’s worrying you today,
He asks.
Everything,
I reply.
I don’t
know if
you’re
aware
She
said
But
I’ve
been
feeling
rather
down
Let me
fetch my
notebook
He
said
Reaching
forward
with a
frown
Can we
leave it
there?
She
asks
As I
cannot
take
much
more
You’re
damn
right
He
replies
As he
edges
towards
the door
Take
these
pillsTo
cure
your
illsAnd
mend
your
broken
heartThey’ll
give
you
chillsAnd
delay
your
thrillsBut at
least
it’ll
be a
start
I think
we’ll
increase
your dose,She
said,To stop
you
feeling so
morose.I’ll
easily
give it
a try,I
said,But I’m
pretty sure
the end
is nigh.
I
asked
the
doctor
When
will the
tablets
work?
When do
they take
away my
hurt?
Nothing
will
do that,
she said
Tablets
only
make it
easier to
get out
of bed
I
asked
the
doctor
Are
you
sure?
Won’t
you do
something
more?
There’s
nothing
else I
can do,
she said
You just
have to
accept
that he
is dead
I took
the first
one this
morningThe rest
won’t be
as hard
to swallowSoon
my belly
will be
fullAnd I’ll
no longer
feel so
hollow
Okay,
okay,
I accept
defeat.
I’ll get up,
get dressed,
drink tea,
eat.
I’ll take
the pills
you say
I need.
I’ll be a
good girl
like we
agreed.
An
apple
a day
may
keep
the
doctor
away.
But
it’s a
pill
at night
that makes
me feel
alright.