Another hard blow to the head
Sending blood dripping down my cheek...
I feel like the pain I have been waking up with
since they “removed” my cancer...
I write of grievance to the Reaper's will;
Who'll take me nether, just tho' it will be...
They tell me.....
I'll be writing her final stanza soon...
Ideas of dying
have long been replaced, all while...
We wash our hands with
the souls of the forgotten...
Time moves forward,
There is never a reprieve...
On a lonely path one must take
Waiting for ones soul to break...
as innocent lives
lay bleeding out on the ground...
I told them if I lose him too, I will die
Because these are the threads that bind me whole...
It's a small bridge over a ditch
from the parking lot...
In the spinning barrel
a cancer bullet hides...