Spilled Blood

Busy footsteps throughout the hall

Blank stares bounces off the wall

Red lights flicker, bright after dim

Nervous shivers perished all the vim.

In my green garment, full of sweat

Trying my very best not to regret

With a scalpel at hand, shaking

My heart melted in sadness—aching.

Pulse weaken, beating came to a halt

Suffering in a corner and accepted my fault

How did this happen? I surely did my best

I let my only son made his early rest.