A Doctor's Dilemma Poem by Gideon Arthur

Blood spills into my eyes
Fury of the earth on my shoulder lies
As I face tragedies, bad and not nice
Look at the sick
The dead
And the weary

Bloody sweats crawls slowly over my skin
Sorrow is splattered from toes to hair thin
As I rushed to the tale without a grin
Look, the anxious
The miffed
And the confused

Blood fills my erector to stand my hair
And my empty stomach churns here and there
As my sharp teeth bite my mouth anywhere
Salty streams flows
Heart breaks
See the victims.