The Good Doctor

The boy shuffles

into the room,

jerky movements,

shaking hands, eyes

screaming wildly 

about the room.

Doctor asks what

the problem is�"

“I can’t take it,

it hurts too much.

Sadness, eating

away at me

on the inside.”

Doctor says, yes,

obviously

there is something

wrong, let me help

you. Medicine

should do the trick.

You’re free to go!

Doctor smiles,

his good deed done

for the day, he

feels accomplished,

having fixed a

problem. Filling

the prescription,

he pauses, wait�"

What was his name?