DARKNESS

Wounds are healed and pain is less
The sun and air are fine
I know the lull will be too short
My body isn't mine
Cells split fast, they must be stopped
It's chemo to my veins
Needle holes dot both my arms
It seems I have no gains
So sick am I, why should I care
My outlook is so dim
Sick with pain and weak of bone
'Tis good that I have Him
Cobalt therapy comes each day
Blood in and out at will
Yet, smile I must, I will not give
Until He says lie still
At last, released, go home, they say
Fresh air, my bed, my home
My days were stopped, now start again
Real soon I hope to roam
Oh woe is me, they call me back
I knew it wouldn't last
A crisis now, my tears are near
I'm sunk- the die is cast.

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Words have lost their importance, yet, the mind is filled with more than usual.  The only conversations seem to focus on the one thing I want least to talk about.  Images move in and out of my gray matter with lightening speed and the only ones that linger are those I want to forget.  Day and night are one and weeks are of only a day.  Time is an enemy.

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