Four O'Clock
Between the minutes,The seconds stopped
As I waited and worried
About things
That could
Forever change my life.
The clock slowed,
And time's chime
Became a loud ringing
In my head
And heart,
As I waited for the 'word.'
The tests were done,
The doctors conferred,
And my life came to a halt.
I waited alone,
For the phone
To let me die, or live today.
At four o'clock it finally rang,
And I knew the number on the ID,
The office was calling
I grabbed the phone,
Surgery is scheduled,
You will be fine to live again.
Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-04-13 at 03:44
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