Death and sickness is a stranger to human lives.  The same can be said for the timing when pen and paper bleeds words that cry.Tap. Tap. Scribble. Rip.Listen to sound of the heart that has failed and need a doctor to assist.Writing creates a silent, but effective antidoteOne page. One mind. One note can help release the pain that has been unable to cope.                            Each word is written to describe the patients symptoms                                              Nurse please just listen...........  Hear the pen running in a steady race            quick grab the EKG- to monitor the anger that swells in the heart against my own pace. Hear the pen gliding across the pages with ease           don't worry mind is happy and at peace.But, wait there is a  deaden pause.........       please help, quick! Before this is my last written cause                           Listen to the rhythm of my pen                         since it discloses the silent person within.    A mouth was given to utter words.Sadly the ones that speak in return never offer the cure.    When ears were given to listen and not disturbMy thoughts are shatter and thrown to side of the curb, as if- I- was unheard. The words that may be written could tell you, why?                 Since, the ink and pen has never lied.This is my treatment each day circulating my creativity without being dismayed.Words from the mouth can be difficult to utter    This could be cause for many to fumble in a epileptic stutterCells are express and bones are renewed as the medication makes me find what is true.      Why do you write?  Some write for painSome write for turbulence that runs through their veinsIn the end writing poetry ends the same              Wanting to be heard , and not judged.Now you know my chronic diseaseAllow my journal to be my prescribed remedy.