Cancer
It runs you over like a freight train
You hear it coming
The horn blowing its ominous whistle
But you never believe it
Till it’s on you like a cheap suit
Then it’s to late
You go down and lay in-between the tracks
Hoping and waiting
That you will escape
Meanwhile the dark grime of life passes over you
It whistles by and hisses and let’s off steam
While you lay there
Helpless against the disease
Not daring to move
Not daring to breath
Praying this time is the last time
That train will pull into the station
Never to pull out again
You look around for parts and pieces
Did it take anything with it?
Am I whole?
You pull yourself together and climb out
Back to the “reality” of life
Or is this just death on vacation?
Nevertheless you are still alive
No more trains
No more tracks
No more lights at the end of the tunnel
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