143. Fatal Self Surgery Poem by Jaden Knight

143. Fatal Self Surgery

Rating: 4.9


I played a surgeon for a fatal five minutes
securing the room for my own self operation
wiping away all the tears from my eyes
before I cut myself wide open
to let the life out

The scalpel’s blade stung on its descent
slicing through the skin and muscles
worse than a thousand bees the pain
but I kept going until I reached the end

The blood poured out through the opening I made
creating a slippery puddle on the floor
but I had not finished yet
I was after the heart

Feeling both faint and dizzy
I ripped out my sternum and ribs
my hands are slippery with all the blood
but it only delays me for a minute
before they are all in a heap with the rest

First the lungs and then the heart
are added to the pile on the table
there seems nothing special about my heart
dull red and slowly dying
when once it shone
and was filled with your love

The final acts are too much
my body crumples to the floor
too late to save me now
even if you wanted to
the thing is that none of it even mattered
I died the day you walked out of the door

Friday, May 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sana Ghostana 11 May 2014

Wow... that was spine chilling. Very vivid, gory imagery! The blood, and description of your own heart out of your body... You never cease to amaze me with the pictures you draw with your words! You made an excellent poem and picture of heart break. Scary/painful good job!

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Sana Ghostana 11 May 2014

Wow... that was spine chilling. Very vivid, gory imagery! The blood, and description of your own heart out of your body... You never cease to amaze me with the pictures you draw with your words! You made an excellent poem and picture of heart break. Scary/painful good job!

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Mary Rowena 12 May 2014

the detailed imagery is great, gory, but gory great!

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Brian Johnston 06 November 2014

More of a brain operation perhaps than a heart removal, but the point is clear... Love can hurt. Having survived two divorces myself, I can testify that the main lesson I have learned from both experiences, is that in not loving the other enough to let them go without making them the scapegoat for our pain, it seems that we merely showcase the inadequacy of our love for them. I wasn't there John, only know what you have shared, but for me the healing only started when I began to love myself enough that another's love was just the icing on the cake and not the cake itself. Best wishes for a speedy recovery! : -)

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Alesia Leach 26 October 2014

Quite ghastly and terrifying. Good write.

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Victoria Smith 05 June 2014

I like this poem very much. It reminds of how I would have done anything for this guy I liked and I was hurting myself in the process and by the time I did real damage I realized too late that it would never work out.

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Darlene Walsh 18 May 2014

I am a huge fan of Poe, and this reminded me of him.

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Bri Edwards 14 May 2014

double oops! The scalpel’s blade stung on it’s decent you need its, not it's to be proper :) bri AND: DECENT: de·cent 'des?nt/ adjective adjective: decent 1. conforming with generally accepted standards of respectable or moral behavior. the good name of such a decent and innocent person appropriate; fitting. they would meet again after a decent interval synonyms: proper, correct, appropriate, apt, fitting, suitable; More respectable, dignified, decorous, seemly; nice, tasteful; conventional, accepted, standard, traditional, orthodox; comme il faut a decent burial not likely to shock or embarrass others. a decent high-necked dress informal sufficiently clothed to see visitors. make yourself decent 2. of an acceptable standard; satisfactory. find me a decent cup of coffee synonyms: satisfactory, reasonable, fair, acceptable, adequate, sufficient, ample; More not bad, all right, tolerable, passable, suitable; informalOK, okay, up to snuff a job with decent pay antonyms: unsatisfactory good. the deer are small: a 14-inch spread is a pretty decent buck kind, obliging, or generous. that was pretty awfully decent of him synonyms: honorable, honest, trustworthy, dependable; More respectable, upright, clean-living, virtuous, good; obliging, helpful, accommodating, unselfish, generous, kind, thoughtful, considerate; neighborly, hospitable, pleasant, agreeable, amiable a very decent fellow antonyms: dishonest, disobliging Origin mid 16th century (in the sense ‘suitable, appropriate’) : from Latin decent- ‘being fitting, ’ from the verb decere. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - DESCENT: [i actually had to check the spellings myself to be sure i was correct.] descent Use Descent in a sentence de·scent [dih-sent] Show IPA noun 1. the act, process, or fact of moving from a higher to a lower position. Synonyms: falling, sinking; fall, drop. 2. a downward inclination or slope. Synonyms: decline, grade, declivity; slant. 3. a passage or stairway leading down. 4. derivation from an ancestor; lineage; extraction. Synonyms: ancestry, parentage, origin. 5. any passing from higher to lower in degree or state; decline. Synonyms: decrease, drop, plunge, decline, lessening, contraction, downturn. ========================= as for THE STORY OF THE POEM.....................WOW! WOW! WOW! it actually was a bit chilling, as sara hernandez said (twice; below) . i've already sent it to MyPoemList. when are you making it available on DVD? ? yeah, i know, i shouldn't make fun of a sad situation. sounds as though the person who walked out the door did a hatchet job on you before you even picked up the scalpel. well, maybe it wasn't you speaking. i did have a small almost-laugh before or along with the first little chill-moment. wow. let me read it again. thanks for sharing. bri :) p.s. i especially enjoyed (at the speaker's expense) : worse than a thousand bees the pain and: my hands are slippery with all the blood but it only delays me for a minute before they are all in a heap with the rest and: there seems nothing special about my heart dull red and slowly dying when once it shone and was filled with your love ................................................ move on, old man. bri ;) this reminds me of the job i had years ago as an operating room technician, though i only saw a human heart once, beating inside its protective sack (pericardium?) .

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