An Ebola Doctor At Death Bed

All I could see
Was a dark cloud in front of the window
My eyes that could see so much
Relegated to a miserly few
I couldn't see the sun that smiles like an orb of fire
Nor could I see the rainbow
Monsoon's miracle through my twin glass panes
I was stranded marooned
Like a castaway on an island,8 by 6 feet
Stranded in pitch black darkness
Like a candle stub with no thread
To carry forth the flame of life..............
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I was born with a spectacular vision
Love oozed from within
Dissolving all boulders that stood in the way
I possessed the conscience of a healer
And the arms of a gladiator
I held a staff in my hand, wrapped with one snake
Slithering past bed frames with a lamp in hand
Charity was my needle yet fate was my disease
As I held a little girl with dripping sweat
Near a river bank in Guinea............
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Now I slumber like a day-sleeper
With sleepers disease
As I stare through the clouds at a faint light
The light at the end of the tunnel
Not knowing whether it's god's eyes or Lucifer's fire
Dancing momentarily with cohorts of angels
Wondering whether it will be my last dance...........
The virus had injected me with a lethal dose
The needle that began my green mile
Where I stood, with an explosion of tears
And the implosion of fears
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Hope is a missionary to the soul
And I stood staring at hope's evanescence
I could see the sickle with a hooded stranger
Fate and death converged in to one
As my soul strayed from the body
Calmness strangled me like a noose
And darkness wrapped me like a blanket
Yet I stood staring at one street light
High above the murky clouds
And that was all it took
To fade in to my oblivion

by Dilantha Gunawardana

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