Drop Zone

Drop zone

Chronic pain in a private place

Overnight mole sallow face

Muscle wastage brittle bone

I’m in the drop zone

To the great unknown

Overtired broken sleep

Tossing turning and I keep

Getting up to take a pee

Often very painfully

In the morning I’m depressed

What’s the point in getting dressed?

All I do is moan and groan

I’m in the drop zone

Leave me alone

Over anxious tired confused

Read the paper watch the news

Chronic pain won’t go away

Worse than it was yesterday

Google searches amplify

The symptoms am I gonna die?

Ring a doctor join a queue

Cursing waiting can’t get through

Then reception finally

Telling me that the GP

Can only talk to me by phone

I’m in the drop zone

Anxiety prone

MRI PSA

Hope the biopsy’s okay

Hourly sitting on the throne

Such is life in the drop zone

Where anuses are sore with piles

Walking yards can feel like miles

Chest pains are emergencies

Tumours malignancies

Ever wonder to yourself

Why you rarely give your health

More priority than wealth?

Sickness creeping up with stealth

Thinking of a hospice bed

Will you miss me when I’m dead?

Hopefully there’ll be no need

For ages yet to come and read

The epitaph on my headstone

Borrowed time is nearly blown

What I need’s another loan

I’m in the drop zone

I wanna postpone