Cure Me Poem by Tess Rockenstire

Cure Me



Peeking through the hole
Of a small wooden floor,
Birds eye view of a -
Lost paradigm study
Of potions that cure the heart
To ailments for heart aches.
Is there anything like it?
Something you can take
Like a tranquilizer,
That will cure the heart?
From ailments for heart aches.
Experimental medicine is out there
From insomnia,
To heart attacks,
And to diabetes and fungus,
Including some form of ulcer.
Somebody help me!
Before I lost my mind,
A pain worse than a bedsore.
Please end my suffering,
Even just a little pill.

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Tess Rockenstire

Tess Rockenstire

Dolores, Samar Philippines
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