He stared at his surgeon robe.
White, hanging limp and lifeless,
as the little girl on the operation table.
He had fought for her life, but failed.
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Lifeless! Helpless. Pain! ! Sorrow. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Your poem reminded me of the quote by Kahlil Gibran, Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy/ Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced. Why? You showed me this path, but you did not show me the way! ... You spoke out what I also wanted to say.
Thank you, Cigeng. You have nailed it!