open wounds

These damned lesions haunt me,
With their constant bleeds,
21 years 10 months is what they tell me,
Since the last attack,
the cardiologist operated once,
Said he found a knife lodged in,
This monstrous pain beholden to 21 years of rust,
The doctor said he couldn’t excise it,
Apparently I must do it myself,
Be both surgeon and patient,
But whenever I grasp the scalpel,my arms shake,
The cold table leaved me frozen in cold,
I feel it all,
The anesthetic lulls me no more
This pain I am espoused,
beside me day by day,
Shall bury me,
Because with each day,
I grow progressively weaker,
I wonder how much longer I have
Before these open wounds take me.

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