Death on my mind, nothing but death.
Emptiness chimes, my inner soul bereft.
Seeking an answer, a medical saviour,
Yet, the person in front of me has challenging behaviour.
I list many woes, terror and doubt.
Hideous, insincerity does spill from his mouth.
Rolling his eyes, fixated on weight. Lacking compassion. I’m making him late.
Ineffective information, making things complicated.
Being rushed out, not knowing what’s  fated.
An other conversation, without a conclusion.
Many more problems, zero salutations.

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