Herr Doktor Poem by Dean Meredith

Herr Doktor



My symptoms
Real and imagined
You are liberator
And accomplice
I have heard
Your colleague
When he said
Anything you want
And then I saw
His hands shake
Poor dear thing
And his wife
Covering for him
Poor dear thing
And I the patient
Dying every day
Real and imagined

Sunday, October 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: drugs
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