Hypochondria – New Poem (1st draft)

Hypochondria

The list of ailments I haven’t got

goes on and on and on.

 

Life isn’t waiting.

No one is slowing down and pausing

to hang around until I fix myself and stand up.

 

But I can’t get sickness out of my head.

I’m still convinced that I’ll be dead

in my mid twenties.

 

A smile would be a lovely thing to have.

But I’m feeling tumours multiplying

in my brain and all my freckles

are signs of melanoma.

 

I’m told the most important event is realisation.

Like noticing how the light catches broken glass

in a window frame.

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