Hassan.

A war was coming…
…and you knew.
A war was coming…
…it was long overdue.

Your bowels chanted the war songs.
And your heart murmured the altered rhythm.
They held secret meetings in several ‘joints’.
And you still didn’t see ’em.

They raged.
Lit fires of rising temperatures.
They were misled to think you were the enemy.
They thought to take protective measures.

You gave way to them.
Losing the battle even before it began.
Betrayed by the country of your own cells.
Death by treason.

What happens when you’re up studying at 1am. Inspired by autoimmune disorders.

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Author: Lape

Lover of Christ. Aficionado of art, words and cologne. Student medic. Amateur pianist. Vous parlez Français?

11 thoughts on “Hassan.”

  1. Wow! A poem inspired by autoimmune disorders? Again, wow! Why is it titled Hassan? Perhaps someone you know with an autoimmune disease is Hassan by name.
    Good piece.

    1. Thank you so much for reading. The name Hassan, one I for some odd reason fancy, is a sort of metaphor for all the patients (I’m a medical student) I’ve ever come across with one form of an autoimmune disease or the other. I guess it’s my way of seeing Medicine as both science and art.

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