Surrounded By Medicine, But No Cure In Sight Poem by J.M Berger

Spending nights in denial
Mornings with my head in the toilet
I heard about how my uncle howled
When he got his hand caught in the machinery
But he survived
Once I was a younger man
With the world in front of me
Now I feel like a pawn with hardly the will to live
Except that I’ve got a hunger for some turkey and rye
Y’know, I used to make movies with my friends outside
Now I spend my days in a lab coat and tie
Watching the tide of crazies ebb and flow