Billy Loving


Opperating Room - Poem by Billy Loving

Mask approaching the face
Eyes scanning from place to place
To the anesthesia, I slowly succumb
Senses starting to numb
My body starts to tingle
As the doctors begin to mingle
Masked face my final vision
Saying he's ready to make the final incision
Voices and darkness surround
Unable to move around
Sounds starting to fade
Into unconsciousness, I wade
In stillness, I lie
Surgeons intently work as the time passes by
At the clock, a cautious stare
In the anesthesia's embrace, unaware
The final suture they make
Wheeled away, soon to reawake
Back to reality, I'll be
Eyes opening, the ceiling I see

Topic(s) of this poem: hospital

Form: Couplet


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 27, 2015



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