Twice the Poetry ,

[Jac]

S U R G E R Y ,

I lie on a bed and think,
Gazing at the ceiling, and watching the surroundings.

My beating heart becomes faint,
And I feel myself relax.

People surround me,
Yet I cannot hear.

I think to myself,
Why must they stare?

I blink once, and they realize,
I have yet to be gone.

I am not alive,
So I am not afraid to die.

Then my eyes close,
And they remove the mask from my face.

Where The Sidewalk Ends ! ,

Tramping in snow,

Unable to break through surfaces,

I follow another’s trail,

To the very end.

Realizing instead, I must

Tread my own path,

Making this reality all my own.

All the way until,

There is nowhere left to go.