I knew surgery was eminent
It had to be done
Was a must
No doubt about it
Plans carefully made
I dreamed
Of all the inspiration
Coming my way
While convalescing along
Thses hot Fall days
I was wrong
The block I ran into
Was much too strong
Pain had a face
As I tried to walk
It even had a tatse
As my feet lower
In an attempt to stand
An over powering tatse
Of rust
Invaded my taste buds
thought dormant
The Face Of Pain
Was there too
A sterile white, popcorned ceiling
As my anesthesia wore
I became alive
In pain beyond description
I beggede to die
The cold blooded, sterile ceiling
Spins in an unfocused
Vision
It's been ten days
Since my surgery
Inspiration had been deleted
From my thoughts.

By: William Bonilla
9/21/03


**Foot Note

The operation seemd a success
So far, so good, thank God
I am the proud owner
Of four brand new
Stainless steel, 2 1/2 inch screws