My Wound

This poem was inspired by the helplessness I felt with Investec managing my money badly (causing my wealth to seep away) but their being unconcerned because I was such a small client.  

My wound

It seeps away
like lifeblood
from a wound
my doctor raises his eyes and sighs
he doesn't give a shit
you are an effort his eyes say
i have more important patients than you
the more blood you spill the less you mean to me
why dont you die and go away
my wound hurts so
festering for so long
the blood seeps out,
sometimes just a trickle
other times a gush
but always out it flows
and with it, my life force
my confidence
my wealth
and the pain constricts around my chest
i look away, put my hand over my eyes
cannot watch the spilling wound
just close my eyes and wait
for the end of life
to take me away
or a miracle to happen.

Written 2003