by Su-Ling Wong
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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Once the white lights dizzy your eyes
illuminating a porcelain doll face –
The limbs forget how to live,
just as you forget to breathe on your own.
Wheeled away, incapable-
Shoved in the panic of the waiting room
with all the dying
and faces spinning like your childhood top off a broken sidewalk.
Name gets called with an identity as good as a number,
another face to be dragged onto what was once his slumbering place.
The steel forces its way inside, like a raped appendage.
filling me up with new drugs.
That is the way He always talked about a remedy.
and the rushing of a card game
with strangers behind curtains.
I ask Him “Did he die here?”,
with a parched throat.
But what I really mean is, will I die here too?
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|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|Great poem,take care
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|"The steel forces its way inside, like a raped appendage"
Great and totally different description of a medical needle...good thoughts, well put down, good posting...Ed
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|This one rings so true - having been on both sides of the chart, I remember and shiver - well done, Su-Ling.
Welcome to AD, you're among friends.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Phillip William Allen
|A pen with many different views to consider, and everyone grasps ones mind. Thanks for sharing|