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Doctors Office
May 3, 2021
The Elevator door opens slowly.
I can’t help but feeling so lonely.
Everyone sits still.
Looking at the scene always gives me a chill.
Everyone is on their phone.
I look at my mom and moan.
All eyes are averted at the call of a name.
Like whomever is called on has great fame.
They call my name.
“It’s my turn,” I proclaim.
I walk into a room.
I smell the faint aroma of doom.
The lights all shine down.
My feet almost touching the ground.
A shadow walks through the door.
I hang my head and look on the floor.
© Anonymous
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I have a rare disease called Complex Regional Pain Syndrome. I was unable to walk for almost 2 years. I wrote this poem to describe the pain and fear I feel whenever I go back to the doctors.