Psychosomatic or hypochondriac

Rondeua redouble

 

Psychsomatic or hypochondriac

 

Rondeau redouble

 

I’m suffering so I complain.

There is no cure for my disease.

Pain killers fail to ease my pain

Although my doctor disagrees.

 

Quite unconvinced of my unease

He won’t allow me to explain

Point blank refuses to increase

The pills I ask for yet again.

 

The pain is driving me insane

I never get a moments peace.

Every day I grow more certain

That only death can grant surcease.

 

But doctors do as doctors please

Unless they see some way to gain.

Some way to justify their fees.

Pain killers fail to ease my pain

 

Which seems determined to increase.

This serves to make it very plain

There is no cure for my disease.

 

Although I seldom cough or sneeze

Which would exacerbate my pain.

I pray each day the pain will ease

But all my prayers are in vain.

I’m suffering so I complain

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Doctors are a stubborn lot it goes with holding sway over life and death

[Allen Smuckler]

Being the most hyposomatic person I know, I can certainly relate to this painful poem :)
You put a sheepish grin on my face, Poeticpiers, as I read each line and saw a little bit of me in each one. Good and reassuring to know, that I am not alone.
Terrific write filled with honesty and candor...and of course.....humor.
Ouch! There it goes again.
Enjoyed.
allen

[Greg the Bard]

In the military the standard is that we can always complain. Never stop complaining because the doctor will never give in. Great write.