Suddenly awake
At midnight,
Soaked in sweat.
Bracing myself
Up for a fight
As in the morning
I have to go
Under the surgeon’s knife.
And if I come
Out of it alive,
I am filled with fear
What if he leaves
An instrument behind?
sorry to read about your fear. just have faith in God and go for it. You'll be fine. Good luck! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your fear has a real horror Behind this fear, You have that mirror A reflection, cristal clear 'Left out instrument ' said the paper A loss of life to a mother. You have rightly expressed a fear. Good one.