Waiting to Live

Breathless, waiting, time ticks slowly.

Nightime, sleep, awaiting a call.

Morning, despair, another day to die.

Tick, Tick, Tick

Weak, sleeping, can't wake up.

Silent, ring, the call comes in.

Hope, Prayers, the donor is found.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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Shieldje

Heart Transplant March 2009

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