Poems From The Heart

Patched Up

They cut me up and took what they needed I tried to run I even pleaded.
They strapped me to a table I wished it was a fable.
They worked into the night as I tried to fight.
There was nothing to block the pain I felt as they sawed right through my belt.
My screams filled the dark room and I thought that table would be my tomb.
Soon sleep overcame me their machines were to loud to hear my plea.
And when I woke the next morning I looked into the mirror.
I screamed at the sight scorning all memories of the horror.
For who could learn to love someone that all others would want to shun.