“Single - handedly”
by Zuhair Abbas
Trenchant pain ooh, aah,
ouch
As I notice the next patient
sitting on the couch
My frail hands boil with
fever
As I turn the wheelchair’s
cold lever
Tears trickling down my face
My heart beats at a faster
pace
As Mom fills the casualty
form
I change into the
hospital’s uniform
The debility, the fear of
being admitted
To God’s will I have now
submitted
I want to go home and wish
to be fine
I wish for the night to end
as the clock struck nine
I fear something, my cancer
gives me sorrow
For me now there would be no
tomorrow