Dead unseeing eyes lying on cold marble slabs
Unprotesting organs awaiting the touch of the scalpels
Nauseous stench of formalin welcoming you with open arms
Forcing all life’s noble ambitions to flee while self-doubt creeps in.
Urine samples bubbling like a witch’s magical brew
Amoeba in stool made larger than life, flaying their arms
The virgin jab into a vein that bleeds both blood and emotions
The delivery of God’s little creations that makes one feel like God,
Stench of death so overpowering that you feel dead within
Pleading mute eyes begging you for a new lease of life
Agony of watching life slowly ebb out from the fountain of youth
Frustration of knowing you gave it all but failed yet again.
Endless cups of coffee as you plod through voluminous books
Nights spent rushing from bed to bed, sleep a distant fantasy
Days spent curled up in foetal posture too tired to even breath
Life slipping by in a roller coaster of birth and death, hope and despair.
Finally, you step out with the license to kill and the urge to heal
Thrust into the role of the Saviour when you are but a mere mortal
Walking the tightrope between known and unknown, morbidity and mortality
Struggling each day to fulfil one promise, the Hippocrates Oath.