My Weird Type Of Empathy (The Taste Of My Own Medicine) Poem by Kristoffer Randolf Ramos

Describe not what empathy is in a not so hard to bear way on my account. I' am churned up in confusion, realizing that in a not so distant future, I will witness how you un utterly misjudge my spirit. My heart is not calloused as you may see it seems. Those pricking pain may prick me not now, but time will find its way to let me know I feel your suffering (words in mind as I see pt in suffering and tacitly find comfort in silence) . I may find comfort in company of those who take pride in easing my pain, and I will find it vexatious to handle those who let my tears flow, for my situation calls for preserving my dignity until my last breathe brings life to my body, and the last dropp of my blood will stop flowing through my veins.

Treat me not like a guinea pig, you may realize that I am still a person and will always be who feels pain, but comfort is not on my side. You may see and feel the beauty of living and eternity in suffering and that life is priceless, for now you may be blinded by the blossom of youthful vigor, Do not the ticking time betrays? , for now time is on your side. Tell me now, whom are you going to trust? , and so time silently betrays.

I am a person slowly disintegrating, long enough, that I have had written my story, you may never mind, but, doing your part to bring comfort as I rot in bed. Treat me accordingly to the dictates of your own wishes. I know in a not so distant future you may wish just like me.

In a not so distant future, I wonder, how you'll describe empathy.
In a not so distant future, you will take your own medicine and that I wonder what taste it could be.
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Grief stricken as I see people whom I am caring in the medical ward, I find uttering, this is just the way I'll be suffering when time comes. Do I fear death? not so much, I fear how will I be treated with ease or as a thing of duty by my practitioner. I find it hard to submit to the truth that my life will be at hand of those who will manage my end of life care. I may be weird in this matter but does it make sense? That is sensibly weird but the grim truth of what lies ahead.