What medicine is,
you decide.
It,
medicine, feels worth
less
if suffering is
the inevitable.
I want to stop,
cease caring.
I can’t
hope
while there is so much
pain
and
greed
rules over
compassion.
We are human
but broken.
Caring for the strong
even though we are weak
seems too much.
I don’t believe it
matters
what I do.