2002 Poetry

he opened his debilitated eyes

after one or two odd hours

gasping for relief upon

seeing his troubled

wife, "thank God

i’m still alive"

little by little

subliminal alarm

palpably hemming in

heart throbbing in haste

wife mourned in tranquility as

she mopped and held him closely

he could not take a grip, puzzled

eyes roamed here and there in

everybody was flocking at

him, as he watched a

guy with scalpel

set to cut him

his scream was

blaring to the top

of his lungs, but he too

couldn’t hear his own bawl

beset and drained, he perseveres

to move but stayed frozen and stock-still

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