Fifth FloorA Poem by Ni1408
When you were twenty-two you forced me
To become a surgeon. Mouth half open and pale faced I watched as you died In the doorway of the library. I wasn't there because I studied medicine. I wouldn't pass for a doctor of that sort. Yet there I was Performing open heart surgery With nothing but my hands. © 2017 Ni1408 |
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Added on August 26, 2015 Last Updated on September 14, 2017 |