Poem - My Personal Hell

POEM- HELL That particular race I ran, I won, I fell Thud! On my face My feet pained terrible hell. Stretcher, ambulance, siren Hospital, doctors, orders Oh gosh. No fractures, please! I prayed and prayed. Surgery and lots of steroids Yet the expected result Amputation was the only cure The doctor pressed. Friends came to see me Never to see me again Dad called, mom cried Brother wept and sighed. “End of Martin’s career” the newspaper read I was all over TV channels Yet I hate it. An artificial leg was I installed A stick I was given I said I could manage Yet, I fell and fell.