Melanoma Surgery
Yellow walls
Black and white ceiling
Medicine calls
Darkness I'm feeling.
Light approaching
Pain intensifies
Doctor poking
Open my eyes.
Two weeks later
Goal fruition
Five years later
Remission.
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