Stop the Bleeding

Another delay

For the last six months there has been this arrow in my chest. I feel the pain. I see the shaft as it moves with my breathing. But the arrow head is buried.

It hurts. Oh god the pain I’ve felt for the last half year. I just want the arrow gone.

But all the doctors have been unsure of what to do. Dragging their feet. Not wanting to perform surgery. Just dragging out the treatment so they could milk me for cash.

I thought I had found someone competant. Someone who can rip this arrow from the heart of my life. Someone who can stop the hemoraging. My golden surgeon.

Now I’m not so sure. The house still stands.

The bleeding continues

And with every crimson drop, I grow a little more weary of this life. My breathing sends a constant reminder as the protruding shaft swings like a metronome ticking away the days that it has made my life just that much more painful