Tick tock the clock it stops,
White coat telling me a darkness was eating away at me.
I always wondered, was this the way it's always been?
A monster eating me deep within.
The big C eating at me,
Taking me like my fathers and mothers
Of older days,
Everyday it takes another piece of me.
I lose myself with every breath,
The big C working to my death.
Hey I heard the word has come about,
That I had a month before lights out.
I remember when my papa with a Purple Heart went through the same.
The empty look in his eyes...
Was enough to shoot the dart.
Am I the only one with a blight?
Are there others who feel the sting of this searing bite?
I got the the big C eating at me,
Taking me like my fathers and mothers
Of older days,
Everyday it takes another piece of me.
I lose myself with every breath,
The chemo will only lead to my empty death.
With one last breath,
A gleaming tear kissing my cheek.
I have one question that will be my last words.
Why is it always...
The ones with the kind golden hearts,
Die in a bed of roses with far too many thorns?
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Music Within The Notes
PoetryMusic is the greatest form of poetry by my opinion. It's about the beat of the music and poetry in the lyrics to form a work of art! Sadly I cannot create the beat of the music. I can however write the lyrics! Go ahead and read the lyrics I've writt...
