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October 26, 2010
By Stovohobo. BRONZE, Carmel, Indiana
Stovohobo. BRONZE, Carmel, Indiana
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Favorite Quote:
"Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be." -Abraham Lincoln


Warmth floods in and I start to seize
Muscle-quakes and tremors cease
My eyelids shoot about, trapeze
For a second I don’t even pant.

For this, made from the strangest trees
Can take away the hours to please
My deepest, dark infirmities
And all this from a plant.

But then returns that well-known gasp
The crack of voice and crooked rasp
An oily, black, malignant asp
My throat, a coat of ants.

I’ve tried to stop, but try and see
How you live with this disease
When your lungs and brain agree
There’s no such thing as “can’t”.


The author's comments:
This isn't actually a personal piece; I wrote from imagination, not experience. It was a follow-up to a piece on alcoholism.

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