will just make them endure,
trapping this doctor
into finding a cure.
Patients pulse fading fast,
wheeled in,
he doesn't think he can last.
His eyes stand alone
in showing sign of fear.
His body lies ashamed:
of becoming too accustomed
to this now forgotten world,
always having to be the rock,
and allowing himself to sink.
Too young to be here,
is the last thought
in this broken brain.
The guardian has left
with the hope
there is no more pain.
Another victim,
counted,
with the sad and the sick.
Regret with every breath,
fight till the final tick.
You can't mend a man
that has lost the will to live,
opting out,
of every cured plan,
convinced he gave
all he could give.
Life's ups and downs
are shown on the screen.
He believes he's found
all he could seek,
allowing himself,
one final peak.
This doctor,
no longer in search
of this cure behind the curtain.
This disease took shape
to make his suspicions certain.
Torn between struggle
of wrong and right,
forced to decide,
fight or flight.
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