Obamacare….
I was in pain and my heart beat like a cold hard anvil hammered
in an attempt to turn hot steel into a death sword of mercy
My life’s work was a triage of separating the pain pills from reality
and faith in my lord, from my usual skepticism of being a soul mate
to those chosen as witnesses to my defiling ways and eventual end…
God observed but did not comment….
T.S.2010 ©
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem