My Patient(My Soul) , Such Painful Breakups Poem by D.D Sherman

I told my patient (my soul)
''I know exactly how it hurts''
That gaping fatal wound
on her right arm, and she was
right-handed,
hurting like it was filled with salt or
gallons of poisonous venom.

I said amputate
straight away.
No pain-killers were available that day.

''That pain would be far too great! '' she cried
''Chop it off and prevent the spread, or
see the scar
and feel the
painful poison
forever ''
I said.
So she lost her right
So i lost a part of my beautiful soul.