Fifth Floor

Fifth Floor

A Poem by Ni1408

When you were twenty-two you forced me
To become a surgeon.

Mouth half open and pale faced
I watched as you died
In the doorway of the library.

I wasn't there because I studied medicine.
I wouldn't pass for a doctor of that sort.
Yet there I was

Performing open heart surgery
With nothing but my hands.

© 2017 Ni1408


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Added on August 26, 2015
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Ni1408
Ni1408

London, United Kingdom



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A Poem by Ni1408