Friday, September 13, 2013
I went to see Doctor Jumbo today
How are you? He asked
I'm not so fine doctor
My head hurts, it feels like it is being axed.
When I turn my hand like so, it hurts.
I have this pain in my feet
It seems to move from my knees right to my big toe
And whenever I bend like so, I can't even take a seat.
I can't bend my neck fully
When I try to, I feel a cramp
It hurts so bad I feel I will die
It feels like it is gonna snap.
I've had this feeling for a while
Ever since I worked in the railways
I was a handyman there
Making sure I was punctual always.
So why did I stop seeing Dr Jumbo?
For as I stood up after thirty minutes
I happened to glance at his notes
And all he had written was "pains".
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Sitting at this desk
Heater warming my feet
My body ensconced in three layers of clothing
Hands exposed, clutching this pen
The cold mist coming out my nostrils
Inhaled air, processed within.
Clock on mantelpiece strikes twelve
It is midnight
Again, I try writing this letter
The tears always come in between
Tears of loss
So much loss for so much gain.
I remember when Papa lost his land
- I say lost because he had it sold
Sold it to fulfil a dream
A dream of his young son
"Son, you can go now to the land across the waters"
"You will be the first Doctor from this village."
I remember Ada, Ada with the long and thick hair
Ada with the smile that lit the sky
We went to school together
A love like ours, no other could find
But this was not her dream
She couldn't be part of this dream.
Ten years have gone by
I now talk 'through my nose' like all the others
Memories of the sunshine get dimmer and dimmer
Memories of the green vegetation
And playing in the sand
All lost among the lights I now call home.
I can hear them now, the sirens in the distance
I know I won't be able to complete this letter
I pick my stethoscope and await the inevitable call
Another life to save
Another day away from home.
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Wednesday, May 29, 2013
I see him
Right behind you
Beckoning to me
To join him
He is tall
Dressed in that colour
You can't see him
But I see him
I know his name
He knows mine too
I long to go to him
Won't you just let me be with him?
He calls my name
He reaches out
I grab him
But you stand between us
With your white coat and stethoscope
Your little needles and white tablets
Keep me away from him.
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