The eyes that bore into mine were contaminated with rage  and fear
Her soul was about to be perished and her death near
I wanted to tell her:to tell her I was here
But could I risk it ?
To tell her about the burden she could not bear
That I had been the culprit of her pain
Her destroyer of love and the person who left her heart on flames

Trembling ,my hands touched her wrist
to feel her pulse and the anger residing in her fist
Could I face her,after what I've done
that  had left her withered out and deviod  of fun
Would she ever forgive me for my crimes:
Or will my hands always be drenched in her blood and my guilt slime

I was a surgeon,I reminded myself
I could save her life like I had done for everybody else
But was I willing to do it
Would she would have ever  wanted that;
The person who left her in this state
would be her saviour,  the one to revive back her heart pace

Breathing heavily,my hands stopped working
my forehead drenched in sweat and my heart quivering
"I couldn't do it",I told myself
Some other surgeon should do it,someone else
Just then ,I felt my vision blurring
My eyes widening and my heart racing
"Why can't I die instead of my wife "
"Why can't my soul be offered instead of her life "

Because this was a lesson I needed for a while:
That a surgeon like me could fail and tremble because of his own wrath tide.
That  she was the patient I could never face
The person who left even a professional surgeon like me in a  daze