My Savior

I slipped

down a hole

and called out

for help

and when the

rescue team arrived

instead of throwing down ropes

they stood there

and watched me

lose a part of myself

everyday

decaying a little more

each sunrise

losing another piece

of my soul

each sunset

wearing a red cross

on their shoulders,

they patted themselves

on the back 

unaware that they 

disservice this world

taking up a spot

another could take

who actually cared

and would go

out of their way

to serve those

who suffer

and as I sat

staring at my ceiling

meditating for months

I wondered

what transpired

that left them

so broken

did they think

they loved to swim

and then dove into

the ocean

only to get caught

in a riptide

and learn

too late

they hated it

only now realizing 

the only way out

was through

or maybe

the world began

to steal little pieces of them

just like it did 

to me

but they didn’t 

realize it

before it was too late

or maybe

I was merely

a side character

in their story

of “the savior”

disappearing from

their mind

as their eyes

left mine

fools with patience

for paperwork

but not for patients

infallible

even when knowledge

doubles each quarter

so please keep shrugging

responsibility

until someone

one person

cares enough

to save a patient

from the horror

of living a life

not worth living