![]() Bad MedicineA Poem by AmyI walk into the room and see him lay there quietly, carefully tucked underneath the white bed sheets. He is attached to an intravenous. I watch the liquid slowly drip, the bag deflates, and wrinkles, as the fluid slowly empties itself into his veins. Chemotherapy, again. His beautiful blonde hair has all fallen out, his face is pale, and of yellow tint. I can’t bare to look at him. This is bad medicine. Is it even a cure? It deteriorates him slowly, each day that goes by, only making things worse. How could someone let this happen? He doesn’t deserve this. He is far too young. I watch him sleep peacefully, monitoring his chest move up and down, his breathing is slow. I look away, my heart is strained. Hot tears stream down my face. I would give my life up for him. I hate to see him battle this disease, to go through this pain, alone inside, as his cancer slowly takes over him, little by little, one by one… © 2008 AmyFeatured Review
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