I chase down cures in my dreams,
seeking the open office door,
the present practicioner,
but they’re never there, never open.
Test after trial, trial after tribulation
No solution in sight.
Tablet, pill, capsule.
Needle, scale, survey.
No magic bullet.
There are symptoms, there are diagnoses,
but no cure.
No point of origin to return to and restart.
I want someone to fill this hollow inside –
but the only cure is in there as well.
It lies at the core of me,
but I am so very tired . . .
and cannot wake from this nightmare.