Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Poem, "the operation"

The Operation
She is crying, on the end of my bed
I don’t know why.
I was told I may not survive,
I was one of a kind,
Only one person has ever had this before.
I don’t breathe as well,
I can’t hold my breath very long.
When I breathe deep, it doesn’t feel fulfilling
I can’t run, swim, or bike as long as I used to
When you see the scar, the first impression, is “WOW”
It’s still numb to the touch, so please don’t touch.

1. I’m stuck on how to word this, I know the idea, or point im trying to put out there but im having a hard time getting the right words.

1 comment:

  1. I like the idea behind it and its a real good start just heighten your personal emotion in it and how you felt throughout the process, how your body felt.

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