MJ ( / )


Morning wakes me, another new day
a chance for renewal, for another way to escape my fate.
My senses are heightened, my nerves steeled
awaiting the call of the men
securing my date.
The bandages hurt, but I don't cry
As the minutes pass I merely sigh
at the moment upcoming, it's not too long now
the sweat is increasing across my brow.
The food just sits there, feeling ignored
I look at the plate, silently implore
that I can be released from this ongoing chore.
Alas it's too late, my time's here again
The guys are here, I'm about to be rolled in.

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Excellent poem, I hope to see a lot more from you. Love ya Bro, Keith
OMG Michael... I wish I could hug you! ! ! You have so much courage... You certainly are a medical miracle, my man! Love ya lots, and this is one H-E-double-hocky-sticks of a poem to start your career here on Poemhunter! Lee
For a first poem... talk about the BOOM, bro... very powerful... keep it going! ! I love you! !