No doctors were harmed
During the concoction
Of this poem!


I've never felt more alive,
Then when inside I feel I died.
For doctor, Doctor
Burning bright.
Why couldn't I see you,
Before bonfire night.
You used to see us,
For our ills.
Aren't you the one,
With all the pills?
As COVID gets a hold of me.
I'll be the last one,
You'll want to see.
So if I'm alive round,
November ish.
Won't you grant me,
One last wish.
Doctor, Doctor,
Burning bright.
Would you be,
My guy Fawkes tonight.
As death comes to me,
Closer just a little bit.
There's no room to fear;
I'll find the strength,
To keep the bonfire lit.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-11-22 at 15:21

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Heady concoction,indeed.