THE BIG C

Thats what it's called, as my lymph nodes swell,

Do I have it ? The Big C ?

Is it a blessing in disguise ? The growth is large and hurts,

Will I lose my worldly possesions ?

Or my life ?

These thoughts I have never ceasing

Broken sentences...my mind wields its neurotic synaptic impulses,

Well, I pray and I beleive,

And god will guide me.

I live as always... for today.

But I am not ready to depart this life just yet,

I cannot question my Fater's plan.

Faith carries me,

On wings of glory I may stay or soar home...

Off to heaven... slipping these surly bonds of life,

Or I may be ok... pray for me, god hears us all.



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