Skilled Surgeon

Skilled Surgeon

A Poem by Pale Rose

I’m a skilled surgeon--
Cutting out slivers of heart
With my exact knife.

This sharp blade I wield--
Precision to reduce the size
Of a (perhaps) too-large heart.

But cut out enough--
What would would be left?

You were the victim--
The one under the scalpel.

This sharp blade I wield--
Cut off the biggest part.

Now that you are gone--
How could the heart still beat?

Now that you are gone--
How could I still be?

© 2012 Pale Rose

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Beautiful! I feel the pain behind those words

Posted 4 Years Ago

Wow! This is really well written. I was really able to feel the emotion and really connect with the poem . A very powerful analogy.

Posted 4 Years Ago

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Added on August 31, 2012
Last Updated on August 31, 2012
Tags: poetry, love, loss, poem, pain, heart, sad, dark


Pale Rose
Pale Rose

Poetry is the ultimate expression of humanity. It is the only tool we have to express the depth of our emotions and suffering. As for my own, I see the dark side of life and find it beautiful. I seek .. more..