tepo

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As they put me to sleep 

The last image I see 

Is the face of an angel 

Who's winking at me

There's no wings or preened feathers 

No halo has she 

Though her eyes burned the fear from my heart 

 

Slipping into yon darkness 

Where lives can get lost 

All the i's have been dotted 

And all the t's crossed 

On the verge of a coma 

The coin's been tossed 

In the void her eyes massage my heart 

 

Surgical sharp's the scalpel 

Patrolling my skin 

Opened up like emergency 

Soup in a tin 

When my insides are outside 

My old safety pin 

Tacks the look in her eyes to my heart 

 

Comments4

  • FineB

    Hi Tepo,

    What a super write and perspective on life on the operating table.

    Keep writing FineB.

    • tepo

      Thank you Fine B
      Very much appreciate your time
      Ta

    • FineB

      Hi Tepo,

      What a super write and perspective on life on the operating table.

      Keep writing FineB.

    • Maxine Smith

      Wow, this is just brilliant.
      You have brought all my thoughts to life (having been on the table in the past)
      Really amazing write.

      • tepo

        Thank you Maxine
        Very kind words
        Hope you had a complete recovery
        Welcome home friend

      • Christina8

        Sorry I missed this one. A super good write!! I feel for ya, been there myself. Hope you recovered well!!

        • tepo

          Thank you Christina
          Aye
          Well on the mend now



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