My surgery
the second hand ticks to the beat of my heart
Waiting for the surgeon to come and make a start.
Nerves all on edge fear creeping in
Taken to the theatre for the surgery to begin.
Theatre lights shining they are so very bright
Trying to control my breathing chest is getting tight.
Let me off this thing I have made a mistake.
What do you mean that with this surgery I have to be
AWAKE.
Copyright © Paul White | Year Posted 2024
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