The Awakening Trilogy, Page 3 Of 4 Poem by John Bliven Morin

“We’re downright sorry, mate,
This ain’t yer bloody night! ”

“Yer killed him, Royce;
Yer done ‘im in that way,
Smashin’ ‘im in ‘is ‘ead! ”

“Bill, I ‘ad no choice
Them doctors don’t pay
Fer live ‘uns, only dead.”

III - Medical School

I’m in the dark again;
Some horror occurred
I cannot quite recall.

My head throbs with pain,
I cannot speak a word,
I cannot move at all,
I cannot blink my eye,
Yet still I can feel!
I cannot then, be dead;
I feel whereupon I lie,
Like coldest steel
This hard, hard bed.
A sudden flood of light!
I cannot close my eyes!
Voices all around me -
People! Help my plight!
They cannot hear my cries,
Even though they’ve found me;
The voice lectures, asserts,
Then something cold and sharp
Across my chest and belly moves;
Ah, stop! It hurts!
It’s cutting, tearing me apart;
I live! How can I prove
This when I cannot rise?
In God’s name, desist!
Ahhhh! They cannot hear
My soundless cries,
My pulse too weak upon my wrist;
See my eye! I shed a tear!
Ahhh! God the pain!
They’re opening my chest
While I still live!