My words were: SURGERY, POWDER, POKER, GRIEVING, and CRUDE

I lie on the table,
Waiting for the SURGERY to begin.
I lie, GRIEVING at the
Impending loss.
The CRUDE reality of my fate.
My life crumbles to POWDER
And I sob quietly in myself.

I think of all I have lost;
All I could gain
With a little more time.
This enduring game of POKER.