The End of the Beginning
By heinzs
The End of the Beginning A bedlam of voices - when did Babel invade my life? I can no longer distinguish individual words from the jumble. In darkness I suffer - are they talking to me? About me? I feel fingers prod my flesh - not the gentle caress of a lover or friend. I cry out at the sharp pain! My leg! My arm! My side! I am flying through the air - bereft of gravity - waiting for the sudden impact... "He died on the operating table, ma'am. We're so dreadfully sorry for your loss." The surgeon bowed his head and left the weeping widow alone with her tears and memories. 2-6-2002 Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 06:34 AM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 10
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"The End of the Beginning..."