Clocks tick
As I sit
Waiting for the doctors to tell me I’m sick
I’m tired of waiting for this
Every appointment a new diagnosis
A new plan of action on how to approach it
Another referral, new doctor visit
The anxiety deep in my stomach, the pit
I’m so sick of being sick
I still sit
Clocks tick, clocks tock
My heart pounds, I hear the door as they knock
What will it be today, Doc?
Kyoko W.P. POETRY 
I love this expressive ironic poem about illness and visiting the doctors! I can totally empathise as I’ve been ill for the last 2 and a half years. Writing poetry has helped me so much.
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Oh thank you so much that’s soo kind. It’s unfortunate you can empathize but I’m glad Poetry helps its helping me too♥️
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