A Kick to the Kidney

A sonnet

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An attempt to void, yet again in vain
for fluid that once flowed so freely out
seems locked inside, causing nothing but pain
frantic with fear for what answers are found.

Tedious tests turn to talks of transplant
they focus first on toxins that build up
a fistula formed surgically now planned
bitterness builds, now the battle’s begun.

Another dreadful dialysis day
filtered four hours fussing to be freed;
God, grant to me the gift to get away
not sure I’ll last if you don’t intervene….

I fight for a fabricated fantasy
I don’t think a kidney’s coming for me.