Coming out of General Anesthesia

The stubborn tears
The old fears. It is as though the years
Have peeled back and my skin
My golden skin
Is suddenly shiny red
Then scarred and scabbed
Then bleeding from the wound
Of your absent love and
Hurting from the salt
Of my stubborn tears. My old fears.
Who stole the years
In between? Their fat security
Their false healing their fraudulent substitutes
Are fading
Blurring
Dissolving into these familiar tears
Sinking into those dreaded fears.
The doctor says that the effect of the anesthetic
Is wearing off.