The Cure
I stand with outstretched hand,
dreading to open the door.
Will I become just another stat?
--just another name on the list
of those who go through the cure
only to find out that the gist
of what is known for sure
is that we know very little
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2014
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