Outage (Lucky)

Doctors,
did you know;
Are heaven-sent,
For they go through hell,
To create a heaven for their in-patients
Some who are hell-bent.

That’s where I found myself,
Or rather lost it when I found me,
In your broken self.
Trying to heal your scars,
Sustaining third degree burns.

It’s like every time you kicked me out
You flattered me,
I graduated from an out-patient,
To the in-patient,
in the casualty ward
They told me; we will try to fix your broken heart

After the surgery, and the purgatory
I found my fixed heart still beating for you
Tables might have turned,
But your fire in me was still burning.

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