poem

 
Thoughts of a dying surgeon
 
 

There are limits to life

Limits to what I can take

Limits to me staying alive

Alive…

 

Defined by having a pulse

Responsiveness to light

Through body and mind

Alive is what I will soon lose

 

I would know

I’ve seen it many times before

On my table as life leaves a person

Sometimes you know

 

God I know

I know that life is leaving me

Slowly with every drop of blood

Blood…

 

The sent used to be calming to me

Now it terrifies me

Makes my skin crawl

It will never comfort me again

 

Because now it’s mine… mine

Coagulating in my hair on my skin

Mine… killing me

Now I am the one slowly bleeding out

With no hope

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