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My eyes are shrouded
My emotions are contained
My body is suppressed
this disease thinks, conspires
strategies to indirectly takeover
just as you don't know its in you
till its too late
my time down there
the pain, the sickness, the emotions
my head says I've dealt with them, however
I feel them stacking, building on each other
I feel all that is me
fighting them all at once
when will I be victorious
free from this paralysis
the smoky haze in front of me
My eyes are shrouded
My emotions are contained
My body is suppressed
this disease will be beaten



This Cancer





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shapeshifter56 said...
Sept. 1, 2011 at 9:16 pm
Awesome job! Your poem is so deep, descriptive, and relatable. Keep writing!
 
Squeaks said...
Aug. 30, 2011 at 7:29 pm
This is so sad, it seems, but you finish it in such a confident way that one can't help but think the writer will win. Great poem.
 
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