I had written a poem for Star Trek, and I decided to try to write one for Sherlock Holmes as well. Characters are obviously not mine. Never have been, never will be. I was feeling pretty angry when I wrote this. I'm better now.
Why Should I Care?
Why should I care,
Whether or not you live or die?
You certainly don't.
I have tried,
Begging
Barganing
Threatning.
What if I never publish another story?
What if I walk out that door and never look back?
Please, I don't want to lose you.
But why should I care,
Whether or not you live or die?
You certainly don't.
What if I told you
that every time
you stick that needle in your arm
you also stab me in the heart?
You would probably just say,
I was being dramatic
and wave away my concern
with the flick of a wrist
or roll of the eyes.
Why should I care,
Whether or not you live or die?
You certainly don't.
The other risks you take
I don't mind
They come with the occupation
But this---
This is
madness
senseless
pointless.
You are playing with fire, Holmes.
Eventually you will be burned.
But why should I care,
whether or not you live or die?
You certainly don't.
But still I try,
As a doctor
As a friend
As a brother
To make you understand
What the world would lose
What London would lose
What I would lose.
I might as well
be addressing the chair,
for all the response I get.
So why should I care,
Whether or not you live or die?
You certainly don't.