The doctors say it's broken <br />and they can't operate. <br />My eyes grow wide <br />is it fatal? <br />The surgeon won't look me in the eye <br />and it takes her too long to speak. <br />There are too many pieces, she says; <br />and they're way too small <br />to make it whole again. <br />You can still live <br />unless you want us to remove it. <br />My eyes flicker <br />like a dying lantern <br />with the memories of my condition. <br />Do you not know <br />how loudly I scream <br />every waking day <br />for this pain I feel? <br />So go ahead and take it <br />at least I won't hurt anymore.<br /><br />Ebone' Ingram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heart-surgery/
