Thursday 10 July 2014

The Waiting Poem : Inguinal Lymph Node Dissection...snappy title

I wait again, same clock, same time.
Fingers silent, no reason, rhyme.

As though my life so measured be,
By test & scalpel remedy.

How much they cut, how deep the pain.
I long resolution & crave the same.

So this will happen, that might be.
Just get me done, operate on me!

I'll wake in confusion, confirming my name.
But let it be over & not come again!

I'll give all their honour & smile sublime.
Please let me be healthy...live this life of mine.

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