More poems for Express It In Eight.
|Talking of Despair...
I peed blood this morning
and, for a moment, I despaired.
My doctor warned me of this,
clearly expecting the worst,
and I have been running scared,
dreading the fateful sign.
But hope remains resilient;
I’ve come back from other omens.
Line Count: 8
For Express It In Eight, February 03 2021
Note: This is not a plea for attention or sympathy. In fact, it’s the easy way out as regards writing to the prompt, since this is what’s occupying my mind. No need to say anything, therefore.