medicine man.

i wrote this a while ago, but i'm wanting to write some more poetry, but i feel like i should share more of my poetry.

I am the medicine man
I clean the wounds of the injured
Hearts that often call my name.
I tell them it's going to be okay.

I am the medicine man
I am the aid in which they
always seek help from.
I administer the exotic herbs
That dull the ache
Every human feels.

I have no medicine man
I have no one to
Pick me up when the open
Wound is grotesque and obvious.
When I'm squirming and growing pale
Lying in this pool of blood

Crying,
Screaming,
Searching.

Numb.
I am numb. There
Is nothing else I can say.
I have run out of wisdom to
Assure myself that it'll be okay.
I have no medicine man,
he has no cure.
And this is it.

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