“At your own risk”






And the doctor at the emergency ward
said “you go home at your own risk”!

But there’s nothing like “at your own risk”
if you have dependents – because you don’t
belong to yourself but to those who loves you
and could be affected by your stubbornness.

So I said I’ll stay here and do what I’ve been
told – let my heart be examined.

But I knew it was my faraway friend who
had stolen my heart and left me with these
pains in my chest – no ECG would reveal
the cause to my pains!

Oh, I really wish there were a door to pass
and a way to go, allowing me to leave it all
and live at my own risk – if only he would let
me do it and could love me. But it’s not even
conceivable. I’ll still suffer from these painful
rushing heartbeats on and off – all in vain.

wilted rose

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