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I have written to you in my own special way
Although we have been estranged since May
I have decided to write you a box full of letters
Somehow, maybe this will make me feel better
I miss you, after all we were childhood friends
But that seems to have come to an end
How did it start, the reader may wonder
It’s strange, but the situation also leaves me to ponder
I might say it was the day
My brain chose to change its ways
I was in a several day coma
Laying in bed, with no one aware
of the impending scare
Schedules got crossed, two jobs he was working
So he did not notice I wasn’t very perky
Finally in the care of doctors
Who couldn’t figure it out
Leaving me to wonder and have self doubt
“Did you try suicide?”
“Were you depressed?”
Or was it just a case of not wanting to get dressed
they asked, treating me so degrading
just leaving me waiting
Some friends ran the opposite way
Others decided to stay
You, my old friend, choose a different direction
Soon to leave me little protection
Although doctors had finally discovered I suffered from seizures
For some reason, you were not a believer
You lived in another city
Ranting and raving others were giving me too much pity
Regardless of the fact
That math, speech and writing had left me
You began to attack like a swarm of killer bees
You yelled, screamed and launched a series of insults
As I wept, defenseless and weak
I was left battered, like a victim of DV
You called a few days later
Never apologizing but stating you had too much to drink
The night before you made your big stink
You called a few other times
But so badly frightened, I was too scared to answer the phone
Like a third world women who had just been stoned
Skills would return, anger shown thru
I then decided to write this letter to you
I too, am ranting and raving
Filled with anger I had been saving
In the end, my life has changed forever
Some to do with your end of the endeavor
Gone is the friendship which seemed lifelong
Not even accompanied by a sad song
I am left to surmise
People who become sick are useless in your eyes
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
4/22/2009 |
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I appreciate your perspective since you lived through it. It is a privilege to welcome you to AD, Patricia. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) |
4/22/2009 |
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| There is a lot of great doctors out there also... |
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