Friday, August 22, 2008

On Original Sin


Healing

The light is so bright
It hurts my eyes
I'm only aware of pain
I can only focus on pain
My chest is an open wound
And blood is spilling on the floor
So much blood.
I'm barely here
Blip...blip
A heart monitor lets me know I'm alive
While the surgeon is hard at work,
His hands are red
No, bloody
My blood,
As he makes another cut.
I'm dying
I don't know how to take the pain
But the surgeon never quits.
He's digging
Digging
In my chest
And pulling out the shrapnel
From when the world exploded,
When everything fell apart.

1 comment:

starbird said...

Thank you for your poetry, Gregory.
You should know that the link to the Chester blog is not right...it does not connect.