Oh black tumor, that carved itself a place in me.
That stole space and captivated .That drained.
Malice of the heart that would not out, only led to destroy
The faith. There was no recovery promised .Nothing.
A liquid drip of morphine bled through my veins.
It spread its secrets to numb the pain in the nerves.
But the chemistry could not deceive the brain.
The code words, and smiles could not cover, the
Scared glances waiting behind with poison tips.
The stench of fear wiped-out that hospital smell
From those sheets. The laughter could not wipe,
That black name from lips. Death.
The needles turned blunt, the steel cold. They carved deep
Scars when they wrenched. Hacked!
But the roots grew too deep, between fibers, it was
Planted to stay. And there I lay beaten between to worlds.
It had eaten the strength to carry on, the fight has fled.
The insescent bleep of the machine to reinforce the state.
Machines that breathed artificial life into corpses. Stagnant.
Stagnant blood, dirty, infected merciless disease. Which
Came to chew and gnaw away at the soul. And so all hope
Lost in this case. Tragic, tragic, tragic... I told you before
I won’t let those machines breath for me anymore.
Author notes
A personal poem inspired by someone close to me..
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