I lay in this bed, thinking I am weak.
It's all I can do to muster up a smile,
Knowing full well the outcome will be bleak.
Demons dancing while I try to sleep,
The shadow shapes that would frighten a child.
I lay in this bed, thinking I am weak.
I toss and turn and throw off all the sheets,
Longing for the salvation of cold tiles,
Knowing full well the outcome will be bleak.
Throughout the day, lips press against my cheeks.
Because my legs have not worked for a while,
I lay in this bed, thinking I am weak.
Happy memories are treasures that I'll keep.
I remember the decades, faces, miles,
Knowing full well the outcome will be bleak.
Soon, this cancer will get the best of me,
My years of resistance have been futile.
I lay in this bed, thinking I am weak,
Knowing full well the outcome will be bleak.
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A Collection of Poetry Vol. I
PoetryA collection of previous poetry written by me, left the way it was when I discovered it. There are no specific genres or forms to these.
