"THE SEVERITY OF THE WOUND"
Author: Unknown
The glare of the silver and shimmering blade
Cuts so deep,when there is twisted rage
The blank canvas,the skin of life
Ripped and slashed under the flourescent light
Dreams and screams of a distant song
When will it be over,it has taken so long
The discovery of an aching twitch
Paralyzing pain of several a stitch
Not knowing of any encounter
Of the living nor the dead
A soft cozy billowy pillow to rest your head
There is faint sounds of voices low
Above, the bright lights aglow
You are in a state of transition
Pushing your own body out of remission
Tailored cuffs of cotton and string
Hold you down,like a nightmare,against a dream
In your mind,you can hardly remember
Tranquility is all you can sember
Restlessly,your thoughts are racing
Unknowingly the gas you are tasting
Suddenly you are gently awakened
Strangers,but not foes are at your bedside
Softly whispering to bring you to
Wake up,They say it is all over,you did good
Everything is going to be alright
The severity of the wound is not of plight
You will soon retrieve your health
We wish you a speedy recovery,and plenty of stealth.......
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
going under the knife.....
Comments (11)
ng970
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Amazingly surgery did not indicate itself to me at all when I first read this. It spoke to me with in my own inner experience.
Stealth.I love it.
Things are not always as they seem. Eyes open yes. But whats right in front of us is not seen with the eyes
ng970
How well you capture the apprehension that would accompany going into that operating theatre, it was good to read of the successful outcome in the last two stanzas.
A good write...
Regards
Bill.